49 Bye-Byes
Stephen Stills
49 reasons all in a line.
All of them good ones,All of them lies.
Driftin' with my lady we're oldest of friends.
Need a little work, and there's fences to mend.
Steady girl, be my world.
Till the drifter come, now she's gone.
I let that man play his hand.
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please.
Now it's over, they left in the spring.
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things.
Steady girl, be my world.
Till the drifter come, now she's gone.
I let that man play this hand,
I let them go, how was I to know?
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please.

(Poem of "America's Children" by Stephen Stills.

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Thanks to Fernando de Paula Junior for submitting these lyrics.