Blues Traveler - 100 Years lyrics

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Music & Lyrics: John Popper

The sun is warm as the day is long

I just got the feeling I can do no wrong

I've got a long way to walk

Can't afford my next meal

I tell a few lies but my hunger is real

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Mademoiselle tell me do you play

Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay

I watch her walk away in haste

There's just no accounting for some people's taste,

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Big angry man in the doorway there

Just keep on walking like I don't care

Why you giving such an evil eye

Could it be you were ignored by every passerby

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Play in the park for tobacco and food

Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude

Tourist don't want me to end his show

But this colorful attraction got places to go

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Sit at the pier watch the sun go down

Another lost little boy in a big old town

I want to laugh I want to cry

But no matter how hard I may try

It won't mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

It won't mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

1990 Blues Traveler Music