Motor
I've been travelin' for some time (some time, some time)
With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine (bottle of shine, bottle of shine)
On these long dark dusty roads (dusty roads, dusty roads)
I'm lookin, there's no where to go
I guess i gotta hide away, far away
Cuz i gotta find a way, to find my way
Cuz i gotta hide away, far away
Cuz i gotta find a way, to find my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Verse 1
I left out from mama's with my thumb in the wind
The leaves on the ground, winter's comin' again
Solid on the surfaces, I crumble within
But
Poor Little Fool
Stood Up
Ricky Nelson
Written by Willis Dickerson and Erma Herrold
Peak position # 2 in 1958
Well, I've been waitin' ever since eight
Guess my baby's got another date
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
I'll bet she's out havin' a ball
Not even thinkin' of me at all
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
Well, I know just what I oughta do
I oughta find somebody new
But, baby, I couldn't forget about you
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
Why must I always be the one
Left behind never havin' any fun?
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
But I guess I'll go on bein' a fool
Sittin' around just waitin' for you
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
Well, I know just what I oughta do
I oughta find somebody new
But, baby, I couldn't forget about you
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
Stood up, broken-hearted, again
Stood up, broken-hearted, again