Bucchino John Sweet Dreams Lyrics

Sweet Dreams Lyrics

He left a man in New York City

She broke a home in New Orleans

They made their way to California

Sweet dreams, children, sweet dreams



They hit it off in a Greyhound station

When she kicked the cigarette machine

And woke him up hard from his nap beside it

Woke him up hard from his sweet dreams



He talked about his suggar daddies

She talked about her mean Marine

The settled down in seats adjoining

Sharing sweet dreams, sweet dreams



Well there's no man to sell your heart to

When you're dancin' across the TV screens

No husband to beat you when you're in the movies

Just sweet dreams, children, sweet dreams



Run away to another skin

A tough one, a pretty one

That won't let the badness in



Now he's keepin' house for a big producer

Who pays for the classes and the limousines

And she's in a bar, passed out on whiskey

Dreaming sweet dreams, still dreaming sweet dreams



Run away to another skin

A tough one, a pretty one

That won't let the sadness in

Won't let the madness in



There is a sidewalk in California

Where they put the stars right at your feet

And people delight in stepping on them