Cathy's Clown
Don Everly / Phil Everly
Don't want your love anymore.
Don't want your kisses, that's for sure.
I die each time
I hear this sound:
"Here he comes. That's Cathy's clown."
I've gotta stand tall.
You know a man can't crawl.
But when he knows you tell lies
And he hears 'em passin' by,
He's not a man at all.
Don't want your love anymore.
Don't want your kisses, that's for sure.
I die each time
I hear this sound:
"Here he comes. That's Cathy's clown."
When you see me shed a tear
And you know that it's sincere,
Dontcha think it's kinda sad
That you're treatin' me so bad,
Or don't you even care?
Don't want your love anymore.
Don't want your kisses, that's for sure.
I die each time
I hear this sound:
"Here he comes. That's Cathy's clown.
That's Cathy's clown.
That's Cathy's clown."