Buddy Bradley

This is not a good day to call me
Because I cannot spare some sympathy
My own feeling is mostly unclear
And when I'm talking to you I'm not here
I don't think I'll ever be ready for you
But I'll be trying to help you out too
So I went downstairs for a walk
But I had no strength to not talk

Yes, you are the flatulent one
And I am the boy without a gun

You ran into me with such force
Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley
And all of our friends have been approved by them
And all I can hear is people singing
Now two of a kind has been across my mind
Where forevermore is painted on a door

Just cancel the Sunday salon
And bury the gravediggers son
No money could last for so long
Nobody could pay for this song

And all of our friends have been approved by them
And all I can hear is people singing
Now two of a kind has been across my mind
Where forevermore is painted on a door

Yes, you are the flatulent one
And I am the boy without a gun

You ran into me with such force
Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley

Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley
Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley