Jumbotown - My Old Bones

Oh my old bones
Finding their way home
My old bones
Have a dance of their own
My old bones
A proud man indeed
Face-planted in the roadside weeds

Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?

Oh my old bones
Lying down like stone
My old bones
Crackity crackity they go
My old bones
A proud man at that
Sick all over the welcome home mat

My old bones
My old bones

Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?

Written by:
Michael Davies, Paul Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find