The Bomber (Closet Queen/Bolero/Cast Your Fate to The Wind)

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James Gang - Rock, Southern Rock

The Bomber (Closet Queen/Bolero/Cast Your Fate to The Wind)

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When I became of age, my mama sat me down She said, "Son, you're growing up, it's time you looked around." So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door Oh, yeah A closet queen, the bus stop fiend She wants to shake my hand I don't want to be there, she decides she can It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches I can't sleep if he can't keep his cattle off my ranches Oh, oh... yeah It's too strong, something's wrong, I guess I lost the feeling I don't mind your games you play, but I don't like you dealing The cards looked bad, the luck's been had and there's nothing left to smoke We'll all be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke Oh, Oh... Oh, Oh...

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Credits

Writers
  • Jimmy Fox
  • Dale Peters
  • Joe Walsh
  • Maurice Ravel
  • Vince Guaraldi