Текст: Simon And Garfunkel. Live 1969. Why Don't You Write Me.

Why don't you write me, I'm out in the jungle
I'm hungry to hear you?
Send me a card, I am waiting so hard
To be near you

Why don't you write?

Something is wrong
And I know I got to be there, yeah
Maybe I'm lost
But I can't make the cost of the airfare

Tell me why?
Why?
Tell me why?
Why?

Why don't you write me
A letter would brighten my loneliest evening
Mail it today if it's only to say
That you're leaving me

Monday morning, sitting in the sun
Hoping and wishing for the mail to come
Tuesday, never got a word
Wednesday and Thursday, ain't no sign
Drank a half a bottle of iodine
Friday, woe is me
I'm gonna hang my body from the highest tree

Why don't you write me?
Why don't you write me?
Why don't you write me?
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