inside Could you believe me? That I could wait here all my life For you to find me Faces pass me by And these pictures never lie to me A broken bottle
Překlad: Funeral For A přítele. Jedno na cestu.
i, i've Ne thing. you always know just what to say. and when to go. but I've got one thing. you can see in the dark. but I've got one thing: I loved
them build the country roads for awhile They fed me two times a day and knocked me down about four For thirty days I didn't even crack a smile I met a
than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some
of the sand And you watch it fly A wind blown trash bag does a road side ghost dance In the vast Mojave sky Like a living spirit just for one full minute
build the country roads for awhile They fed me two times a day and knocked me down about four For thirty days I didn't even crack a smile I met a nice
she ah bawl just Because yuh mouth, we haffi sort yuh out, sort dem out, funeral box Yuh friend dem haffi walk yuh out, beware ah di darks when di darks Step out, one
so that's why we bang Many funerals to go to, I don't go to none Never look in a pinebox, until I see Z-ro in one Ain' no future in front, and I'm scared
I promise I won't tell walk into the boss' mansion make his funeral closed casket except for me and you not a dry eye in the room but the tears
way out to the road Little time passes before a dusty black cadillac Coupe de Ville drives by and pulls over. A tall, moustached young man with a kindly
My baby just cares for me But he's never there for me But he's never there for me And baby it's killing me That I might have to let you go A friend of
basketball, a couple of times man I almost called We gave females a lot of tension, pulled a few stunts that I ain't gon mention Now you gone away, down a road
