You know all them sweaty boys hanging out at the copper mines You watched them growing up the bridge on the river shoals off ga 9 They used to lay their sweet bodies out just waiting on a fishing line Just like your daddy did when he was a kid in the wilds of Florida But your daddy's gone and those boys jacked up got rough moved on
You find your own self hiding in the stories of drunken men With their kids in tow from the picture show riding over mountain bends And you can feel their fingers crossing when the black ice of winter comes But they'll be fishtailing in the dark from the time that they are born
Hey, you know your daddy's gone, those boys you loved got rough with the girls and moved on Still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow, so hug the corners take the straights from the cradle to the grave we all give what we got
In the winter you'll go south and fall asleep in the late day sun Holding still to catch the last of the warmth before the storm clouds roll on in At night you watch the kids riding in their hoodies in the rain Heading up to St. Johns causeway bridge fishtailing all the way
Hey, you know your daddy's gone, those boys you loved got rough with the girls and moved on Still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow, so hug the corners take the straights from the cradle to the grave we all give what we got
From the craole to the grave we all give what we got Yeah we all give what we gotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
