Rod Stewart - Cloud Nine Lyrics
(Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong) [B side of Youngblood YB 1017, 1970] Settin' at home the nights weren't very pretty I was born and raised in the slum-filled city I left home seekin' the job that I never did find Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin' I'm doin' fine, so very fine, on cloud nine Listen Father didn't know the meaning of work He disrespected momma and treated me like dirt I left home seekin' the job that I never did find Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin' I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine Let me tell you about that Doin' fine, on cloud nine Fine fine fine Listen Folks up there tell me Said give yourself a chance and don't let life pass you by You know it's a dog-eat-dog world Woman it ain't no lie I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine Doin' fine, on cloud nine Doin' so fine, on cloud nine Doin' fine, on cloud nine Oooh Doin' fine fine fine
