Dark-haired kid sittin’ on the corner of Lonely Street and Thunderhead Someday he’s gonna be Elvis Shoot the tube with a Gyrojet He’s at a crossroads now folks Occupation a gun or a song A rosewood string-box running through a Peavey or an M-16 so far from home
I second guess that choice I made there All I hear are screams and lies When I get out of that caravan man I’ll run for cover Run all night
Chorus: All I see are lights around me Curious lookin’ things they are Wish I knew which God liked better Rapid gunfire or cheap guitars
Haven’t seen my woman in a month of Sundays I wonder how she’s holdin’ up Every time that I think to call her I lose my quarter to a royal flush But she’s got a new love cookin’ I’m sure the case that is If I get home I’m gonna mean business Show that girl that I ain’t no kid
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This marchin’ drum sounds like gunfight Angels fast-strum mandolin If it boils down to a folded flag casket call the bagpipe player before my next of kin
(Chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
