Rotunda Songtext
von Tom Rush

Three days drunk, four nights crying
Still feeling sickly but my head is clear
You′re calling all the rest of your men friends darling
If we're speaking at all, you just call me dear

Sweet Rotunda, you just call me dear
Sweet Rotunda, you just call me dear
I′ve been all day drinking and all night thinking
If we're speaking at all, you just call me dear


Dying by inches well it just ain't living
Living with you it just ain′t my line
Hard hard labor gets me TV dinners
And a phone that′s ringing all the time

Meeting the mortgage don't make a home
If a wedding ring don′t make you mine

Get out of my heart get you out of my house
Take the car, keep the cash, I'll take to wine
The smoke has cleared our love′s burned out
Haul your ashes and I'll haul mine

Sweet Rotunda, I′ll haul mine
Sweet Rotunda child, I'll haul mine
I've been all day drinking, all night thinking
You haul your ashes, I′ll haul mine