David Gates
sunday rider
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Sunday riders, ridin' out along the highway
Sunday gliders, glidin' up along the skyway
Some must fly and some must speed
To satisfy the human need
Paper dresses, wear them once and throw away
Plastic flowers, try to smell them anyway
No matter what the future brings
Nothin's like the real things
Sunday lovers, sneakin' in forsaken places
Under covers, so's to hide the guilty faces
Take my wife and take my pay
But don't take my Sunday lady from me
- Album:
- Love Is Always Seventeen
- Falling In Love Again
- Goodbye Girl
- First
- Miscellaneous
- David Gates Songbook
- Non-Album Releases
- Collected
- The Old Grey Whistle Test: Live
- Take Me Now
- Our Songs: Singers & Songwriters Encore
- David Gates & Bread Essentials
- Romancing the 70s, Volume 10: Dance With Me
- Love Stories
- The Best of Love Songs
- The Power Of Love Soft Rock Classics - 1975-1977
- Forever Love 2014
- The Young Ones (Hong Kong Version)
- Soft Rock Classics
- 70s Soft Rock