Marley Purt Drive

Marley Purt Drive - José Feliciano

Written by：M.Gibb

Sunday morning woke up yawning filled the pool for a swim

Pulled down the head and looked in the glass

Just to see if I was in

Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive

'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

That's how they are so I grabbed out the car convertible fifty nine

Headed for the freeway tried to find the Pasadena sign

Ten miles and three quarters more I wasn't feeling any more alive

'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

I used to be a minstrel free

With a whole lot of bread in my bag

I used to feel that my life was real

But the good lord threw me a snag

Now I'm gonna be the same as me no matter how I try

'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

Turned 'round the car and headed for home

I guess I realized my fate

Ten miles and three quarters more I pulled up outside the gate

Twenty more kids were stood inside and that made thirty five

'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty five kids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

An orphanage full of thirty five kids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

Sunday morning woke up yawning filled the pool for a swim

Pulled down the glass and looked in the mirror

Just to see if I was in

Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive

'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty five kids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

And orphanage full of thirty five kids

I got to go for a Sunday drive

A Sunday drive

A Sunday drive

I got to go buring in the morning for a Sunday drive

I got to go

I got to go for a Sunday drive