Текст и слова песни Pearl Jam – Sheraton Gibson
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson palying my Gibson...
And boy, do I want to go home...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
And boy, do I feel all alone...
Cleveland, ho! Eveil on my mind...
Cleveland, ho! I wish I was home this time...
Don't want to be unkind...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
And thinking about a Sunday barbecue...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
In my mind is a cleveland afternoon...
Cleveland, ho! Eveil on my mind...
Cleveland, ho! I wish I was home this time...
Don't want to be unkind...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
And boy, do I want to go home...
And boy, do I want to go home...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
And boy, do I feel all alone...
Cleveland, ho! Eveil on my mind...
Cleveland, ho! I wish I was home this time...
Don't want to be unkind...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
And thinking about a Sunday barbecue...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
In my mind is a cleveland afternoon...
Cleveland, ho! Eveil on my mind...
Cleveland, ho! I wish I was home this time...
Don't want to be unkind...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson...
And boy, do I want to go home...
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