Testo di Cutter

I'd had you out of my mind for a year or better When the mailman handed me your letter And i recognize the handwriting even now But i know i'm gonna open it anyhow And noone's been buying from my roadside stand, and i Held your letter like a cross to my chest I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles In you. I walked out into the kitchen Where the light came through the 4-paneled window Clean and bright and it's taken me two years to realize How much i like the way that you dot your i's Well, i was born in indiana thirty years ago And i got a mean, mean hunger down below I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up all my troubles In you.