Sweet Home South America

Published by Clifford Cunningham

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Complete Lyrics by Cliff Cunningham Verse 1 Houseboy wakes me up in the morning with coffee to clear my head I reach on over and I ring the bell for breakfast in my bed I kiss my wife goodbye and smell the whisky on her breath Its funny I guess my neighbors they’re all starving haf to death! Chorus And I wish I knew what it was they wanted So maybe I could change And if they only told me a price to pay There might be something we could arrange I tell you that I only brought my expertise to share Now I’m told that what I’ve got nobody even knows or really cares Verse 2 Bodyguards smile and help me into the backseat of my car Driving along a different route so they don't know where we are Reading about a friend of mine … they didn’t leave a note I remember about a month ago a memo that he wrote Chorus It said “I wish I knew what it was they wanted So maybe I could change And if they only told me a price to pay There might be something we could arrange I tell you that I only brought my expertise to share Now I’m told that what I’ve got nobody even knows or really cares” Verse 3 When we all first left our homes we thought we were Messiahs Little Brown Brother needed help and we were all inspired! I guess we’ve gone and stayed to long they’re tired of us all I never thought I was a pig until I read it on the wall! Chorus And I wish I knew what it was they wanted So maybe I could change And if they only told me a price to pay There might be something we could arrange I tell you that I only brought my expertise to share Now I’m told that what I’ve got nobody even knows or really cares #audio #Folk #Americana #Expatriates #Colonial

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