Lyrics Sister Golden Hair America
Written by
Gerry Beckley
Composition
Gerry Beckley
Well I tried to
make it Sunday
But I got so
damned depressed
That I set my sights
on Monday
And I got myself
undressed
I ain't ready
for the altar
But I do agree
there's times
When a woman
sure can be
a friend of mine
Well I keep on
thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair
surprise
And I just can't live
without you
Can't you see it
in my eyes
I been one poor
correspondent
I been too too
hard to find
But it doesn't mean
You ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me
in the middle
Will you meet me
in the air
Will you love me
just a little
Just enough to
show you care
Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Well I keep on
thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair
surprise
And I just can't live
without you
Can't you see it
in my eyes
I been one poor
correspondent
I been too too
hard to find
But it doesn't mean
You ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me
in the middle
Will you meet me
in the air
Will you love me
just a little
Just enough to
show you care
Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it