Brent Rollins lives in a gas station out on a highway north of Nacogdoches And he fries fish when the place gets crowded Pumps the gas, makes sure their tires are rounded Keeps his money in an old beer glass Sweeps the floors in the she'd out back Smells like grease when the day is done But he was someone's lover and someone's son
And you picked me up when I was fallen I'm looking for Brent Rollins Sometimes at night when I'm saying my prayers Brent Rollins comes to me out of thin air And I wonder what he's doing Livin' out there in that old gas station And why he doesn't just take his money And go live down in Honduras and go fishin But that's just me, maybe you're alright And you're lyin'in someone's arms tonight And you're well when the day is done I hope you're someone's lover and someone's son
And you picked me up when I was fallen I'm looking for Brent Rollins Well I was sitting here all morning with the bills piling up It's hard to smile when you best ain't good enough There's no pearls lying around But he takes his hard earned money And he sends it down to me And I was wondering if that sounds familiar to you Sometime simple, just a little bit of truth Twenty dollars ain't much to some But it was more than a miracle when I needed one
Cause you picked me up when I was fallen And I'm looking for Brent Rollins I just came to say that I was fallen And you picked me up Brent RollinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
