Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie (Letra)
I’m banered and bruised. i got lines i can’t use.
My head won’t deliver. well, i’m sold down the river.
But i’m turning again.
Yes, `n’ i’m turning again.
Well, i’m turning again.
And i’m turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, i’ve been second to none:
This horse was ready to run.
Now i’m has-been and used:
Disarmed and de-fused
But i’m turning again.
And i’m turning again.
Yes, `n’ i’m turning again.
I’m turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
I’m egg over-easy
And i’m washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
Fat wind in my sail
And i’m turning again.
Yes, `n’ i’m turning again.
Well, i’m turning again.
Yes, `n’ i’m turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, i’m turning again.
