There's an owl sitting down at Mary's place There she stands focused in a darling way All the men and the people are gathered around There's a girl crawling towards the train
And in this part of the story, she loves to win Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone In the part of the river, she holds her own Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone
There's a man sitting down on Valley Road There we play on the trains and the desert rails There we lost it all in the only light There are all the bends filling up the shadowed hills
In this part of the story, she loves to win Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone In this part of the river, she holds her own Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone
And Shelby, you're sitting all alone Your lonely and little streets to tell Dempsey and Gibbons for blood
Champions, Champions Champions, Champions Champions, ChampionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
