SUMMER BREEZİN'
GEORGE DUKE
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain on my windowpane
It plays the sad old melody of our times
Some are born to love,
Some are born to carry a Tommy gun
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain feels so far away
So far away in the saddest winter of our lives
Some are born to sin,
Some are born to die in the open wind
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain makes it all ok
Play your sad old timpani on my mind
Some are born to drum
Some are born, baby, to carry a Tommy-gun
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain makes it all ok.
Summer morning rain.
Summer morning rain on my windowpane
It plays the sad old melody of our times
Some are born to love,
Some are born to carry a Tommy gun
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain feels so far away
So far away in the saddest winter of our lives
Some are born to sin,
Some are born to die in the open wind
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain makes it all ok
Play your sad old timpani on my mind
Some are born to drum
Some are born, baby, to carry a Tommy-gun
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain makes it all ok.
Summer morning rain.
