Sting & Police - The Windmills Of Your Mind lyrics

By dickey betts, mike lawler & buddy yochim

Copyright 1981 pangola publishing co. & milene music inc

Transcribed by paul gongola

Whatever happened to good time sally

I don’t see her ’round no more

She used to be all over me

It ain’t like that no more

Sally had the best game there was in town

Now the good girl just can’t be found

Whatever happened to good time sally

I don’t see her ’round no more

The heat is on, everybody has gone underground

The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like jesse james

My old home town

Lord, it don’t seem the same

Well, I walked in this place, I was just lookin’ for a game

Everybody here wanted to know my name

I said hush, hush up your mouth, I’ll introduce my own self

To this house

I was born in the back woods, I was raised up like a slave

Having me a good time now is all I crave

I spotted me a barroom queen, skin tight blue jeans

That same old midnight show

I took her to the side and I said I won’t be satisfied

Until you tell me everything you know

Whatever happened to big time buddy

I don’t see him ’round no more

I heard tell that they got him in jail

But I don’t know what they got him for

They caught him with an airplane

Talkin’ ’bout some cocaine

Nobody knows for sure

Whatever happened to good time buddy

I don’t see hem ’round no more

The heat is on, everybody has gone underground

The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like jesse james

My old home town

Lord, it don’t seem the same