If You Were A Woman (And I Was A Man) - Bonnie Tyler

Well, when we were recording "Black Eyed Man" A man named John Prine came and sang a song with me So please welcome him to this stage to help me in John Prine, will you please come? If you were the woman and I was the man Would I send you yellow roses? Would I dare to kiss your hand? In the morning would I caress you Like the wind caresses the sand? If you were the woman and I was the man If I were the woman and you were the man Would you send me yellow roses? Would you dare to kiss my hand? In the morning would you caress me As the wind caresses the sand? If I were the woman and you were the man If I was the heart and you were the head Would you think me very foolish If one day I decided to shed These walls that surround me Just to see where these feelings led If I was the heart and you were the head? If I was the woman and you, you were the man Would I laugh if you came to me With your heart in your hand And said, "I offer you this freely and will give you all that I can Because you are the woman and I am the man?"

He's told me a million times he's sorry I always take him back, though soon I know He'll spend the night with you and leave me cryin' You don't love him, but you won't let him go Oh whiskey, if you were a woman I'd fight you and I'd win, Lord knows I would Oh whiskey, if you were a woman I'd drive you from his tangled mind for good No matter what you do, I'll do it better You'll never be the woman I could be But you don't have a heart or any feelings So I can't even ask for sympathy Oh whiskey, if you were a woman I'd drive you from his tangled mind for good.

Dear God, you made many, many poor people I realize, of course, that it's no great shame to be poor But it's no great honor either So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune? If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard Daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum If I were a biddy-biddy rich Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen Right in the middle of the town A fine tin roof with the real wooden floors below There would be one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading nowhere, just for show I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese And ducks for the town to see and hear Squawking just as noisily as they can And each loud "Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack! Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack!" Would land like a trumpet on the ear As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man", oy! If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard, daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum If I were a biddy-biddy rich Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife With a proper double chin Supervising meals to her heart's delight I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock Oy! What a happy mood she's in Screaming at the servants day and night The most important men in town will come to fawn on me They will ask me to advise them like a Solomon the Wise "If you please, Reb Tevye, pardon me, Reb Tevye?" Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes Ya va voy, ya va voy, voy vum And it won't make one bit of difference If I answer right or wrong When you're rich, they think you really know If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack To sit in the synagogue and pray And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men Seven hours every day That would be the sweetest thing of all, oy! If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard, daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum Lord who made the lion and the lamb You decreed I should be what I am Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan If I were a wealthy man?

And she runs through her days With a smile on her face And she runs, and she waits And I wait We can drive to anyplace Day and night to cross the state, And in the morning, into Mexico We will wake up Mmmm, we will wake up, We will, yeah I will be with her yeah Yeah I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath I stumble in the hallway, outside her bedroom door I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice She pulls her covers tighter, I press against the door I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her yeah I will be with her yeah

Round' here lately it's been rough Too much heartbreak not enough love I've been doubtin' if I'll ever find myself again And I worry I won't ever be enough Oooh I've been searching for the truth And then I tell myself Whatever don't kill makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Aw yeah I've been beat up black and blue I've been broke a time or two I've had nothing left to lose But then my faith pulled me through No more searching for the truth And now I tell myself Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We tough we tough

In a small corner bar he sits there a'drinkin' Lost as a ball in a field full of corn Further away than he ever imagined That he'd ever end up from the place he was born Now no more forlorn has a Creeker drank whiskey Than the one that you see out the side of your eye Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window At all of the strangers on the corner outside And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces And he knew not the how nor the reason for why You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a'livin' In a place where a friend was such a hard thing to find And for e'ryone ya meet there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made in the gutter they found And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm Some fellas get by on practically nothin' Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When they were all kids, Lord they'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down

Works the nightshift at the depot With a pistol and a light And he guards them rustin' missiles Countin' whitetail to pass the time And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home from overseas Helping Kilcorn, fight the good fight And bring Baghdad to it's knees And it was hotter than the mountain But it weren't so ya couldn't stand And it weren't so much the heatwave Nearly as much as all the sand Now his daddy he's a log man With a good leg and fake That he got off of a buddy And a shit shot that he made And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them youngins right On a little bit of scripture And an acreage of paradise And he'd go out on a weekend And he'd play like Clarence White If Clarence had a real job And picked the guitar when there was time Keeps a trap line in the winter Keeps a line wet in the spring On a lock wall fishin' muskie With his eldest and Steve And they swapped tales about their raisin' And they tell the awfullest lies And they go home when they've a notion And the muskie quit to bitin'