I ain?t got nobody, I don?t have a bridge to build Better safe than sorry, mama, hide the sleeping pills It?s another morning after the night before
I've died a thousand times since you left me And I stared down the barrel of a thousand loaded guns I caught a midnight ride headed somewhere To be born
The Concho Valley's on fire tonight Spilling out into the street The blessed scream of a newborn dream Making love in my backseat All of us together
It's a lonely road, it's a dead man's path It's a crazier ride, ain't made to last I've only shed one tear for just one soul How hard I loved her, she
There's a comfort in the cross On the hill above the town Something steady for the meek When it all comes crashing down I've been known to talk to Jesus
They call you the Killer, say your like a disease You got the world in your pocket but you ain't foolin me You want something different, mama I understand
Empty parking lot, half a cigarette I got it off the ground so it?s a little wet I?m on the south side walking sideways I got too drunk again It?s a
I aint got nobody I don't have a bridge to build Better safe than sorry Mama hide the sleeping pills It's another morning after the night before I remember
Look at us here, sittin around Pissed off at the world, pretending to drown A memory, and fix reality Afraid to admit, here in the bar We're pieces of
I sat down last week To write a song about love Something to make young lovers cry But I was lost in doubt I'd never had what I was writing about So
50 DOLLARS AND A FLASK OF CROWN I GRAB MY STETSON AND I PULL IT DOWN. I ROPE THE DEVIL RIDE'M INTO TOWN WITH 50
I've got the western stars to guide me Dixie Sweet and low all night low I can hear those fiddles high above me A woman smiles as I sing my song I've
More road up ahead My radio still broken The spinning of the wheels and the fenceline lead my way Your picture on the dash And the need to fly so high
I still think of you and forget my name Forget the rules to this filthy game I'm still your fool and I'm not ashamed to say Your voice the song stuck
The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls One place, one time, one love, we owned the night And
Oh Lord please forgive me for what I'm about to do I'm running on empty and my options are few You know that I did the best that I can But i've done
Look at us here, sittin? around pissed off at the world Pretending to drown a memory and fix reality Afraid to admit, here in the bar We?re pieces of
Traduction: Bleu Edmondson. Doigt sur la gâchette.
