Saturday Morning On Sunday Street - Mark Olson & Gary Louris

Saturday Morning On Sunday Street Lyrics

Stole my dreams, stole my dreams, stole my dreams
Sold the shoes, sold the shoes, sold the shoesIf you're gonna live in Memphis
No idea who you're talking toSteal your god, steal your god, steal your god
Sell your news, sell your news, sell your newsNew friends walk beside the road
It's just the idea what some people will do
I've been walking in circles
A new start in a new place to live
Saturday morning on Sunday street
How I long to be there
Making out, making out, making out
Door to door, door to door, door to doorAre we going to find each other
in this great big dark of night?
I've been walking in circles
A new start and a new place to live
Saturday morning on Sunday street
How I long to be thereWhere'd you go? You've gone, you've gone your way
Slip or trip you'll never walk away
Never walk awayStole my dreams, stole my dreams, stole my dreams

Sold the shoes, sold the shoes, sold the shoes
My old friends lie beside the road
Life is a complete part of them
I've been walking in circles
A new start and new place to live
Saturday morning on Sunday street
How I long to be there
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