Rules - Buffalo Tom

Everyone has their own myths

If not their father’s troubles

It’s the mother’s kiss

But me would you save my life

Or take it away from me — stab me with a knife

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know

To fly across the cobalt sky

And leave me down below, I know

To bend my neck and wave goodbye

You pictured in black and white — clouds stay 'til night

Don’t make the day look right

You in a beatnick black beret — out on a sunny day

Make the crows fly away

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know

To fly across the cobalt sky

And leave me down below, I know

To bend my neck and wave goodbye

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know

To fly across the cobalt sky

And leave me down below, I know

To bend my neck and wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

Wave goodbye

Wave goodbye