| Song | Just Like Anything |
| Artist | Jackson C. Frank |
| Album | Blues Run The Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind | |
| Sunlight dances slowly on a drum beat’s broken rhyme | |
| I speak in answers only to see them in my mind | |
| If I had a penny, I'd throw it in the sea | |
| To see if would float away or grow a penny tree | |
| I play the fool of rhythm, to speak of what is sane | |
| I never think of singing to those who feel the same | |
| See how high the rain falls, see the color in my hair | |
| Hunt for golden porridge bowls, hear the paper tear | |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind | |
| Death gives no reason, so why should I | |
| Death has no season, so I know I'll never die | |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind | |
| Sunlight dances slowly on a drum beat' s broken rhyme | |
| I speak in answers only to see them in my mind | |
| If I had a penny, I' d throw it in the sea | |
| To see if would float away or grow a penny tree | |
| I play the fool of rhythm, to speak of what is sane | |
| I never think of singing to those who feel the same | |
| See how high the rain falls, see the color in my hair | |
| Hunt for golden porridge bowls, hear the paper tear | |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind | |
| Death gives no reason, so why should I | |
| Death has no season, so I know I' ll never die | |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind | |
| Sunlight dances slowly on a drum beat' s broken rhyme | |
| I speak in answers only to see them in my mind | |
| If I had a penny, I' d throw it in the sea | |
| To see if would float away or grow a penny tree | |
| I play the fool of rhythm, to speak of what is sane | |
| I never think of singing to those who feel the same | |
| See how high the rain falls, see the color in my hair | |
| Hunt for golden porridge bowls, hear the paper tear | |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind | |
| Death gives no reason, so why should I | |
| Death has no season, so I know I' ll never die | |
| Just like anything, to sing, to sing, to sing | |
| Is a state of mind |