Weeds blow tall on a broken train track Ruth B. draws we're fixin' to get high Maybe we'll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rum
But everybody says this place is beautiful And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye But everything's the same this town is pitiful And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly
Life goes by on a Talihina sky
The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble The knocked up girls, well they've all got their share Ruth seems out of her mind, swears she won't give in this time Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
