"Rooster" lyrics

"Rooster"

I got a pain in my soul today
It's hard for me to even try and talk about it
Old things are goin' away
But what you can't let go
Will keep you hangin' around

I feel like I could die
And do a little bit better
It goes away in time
So they say, whatever
You can't put it all back in the bottle
So you better let go

That old rooster's crowin'
His head's held high
He's walkin' through the garden
Lookin' for food with his two wives
Well I wanted it all for myself
I didn't wanna let go of no one
But you gotta let a bird fly
When she's feelin' hemmed in

I feel like I could die
And do a little bit better
It goes away in time
So they say, whatever
You can't put it all back in the bottle
So you better let go

I feel like I could die
And do a little bit better
It goes away in time
So they say, whatever
You can't put it all back in the bottle
So you better let go
You can't put it all back in the bottle
So you better let go


Writer(s): John Darwin Kuiper, Joseph Marshall Hudson, Robert Justin Osborne
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