Paroles de la chanson Junky Star par Ryan Bingham
Compositeurs: Ryan Bingham
Editeurs: Warner Chappell Music France,Lost Bound Publishing
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Paroles de la chanson Junky Star par Ryan Bingham
Man come to shake my hand
And rob me of my farm
I shot him dead and I hung my head
And drove off in his car
So on the run with a smokin' gun
I'm lookin' for the coast
Of all the things I've had and lost
Your love I miss the most
And hell will have to pay
I went a little bit too far, I'd say
Half drunk, I stumble on
The whiskey from the bar
Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier
And rob me of my farm
I shot him dead and I hung my head
And drove off in his car
So on the run with a smokin' gun
I'm lookin' for the coast
Of all the things I've had and lost
Your love I miss the most
And hell will have to pay
I went a little bit too far, I'd say
Half drunk, I stumble on
The whiskey from the bar
Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier
With the junkies and the stars
For when I woke, a Spanish cross
Reachin' for my hand
Then a stranger took the place
Of words I couldn't understand
And there's nothin' but the ground
It's the only place I've found
Where I can lay my head in town
Down on the boulevard
The sidewalk shuffles change
Cracked out from the night before
Hallucinatin' in the rain
So I borrowed me a quarter for
A call to the other side
For when I woke, a Spanish cross
Reachin' for my hand
Then a stranger took the place
Of words I couldn't understand
And there's nothin' but the ground
It's the only place I've found
Where I can lay my head in town
Down on the boulevard
The sidewalk shuffles change
Cracked out from the night before
Hallucinatin' in the rain
So I borrowed me a quarter for
A call to the other side
And told God that the whole damn world
Was waitin' in line to die
But not me this time
I left the trouble far behind
And he tied his arm off one more time
Man come to shake my hand
And rob me of my farm
Was waitin' in line to die
But not me this time
I left the trouble far behind
And he tied his arm off one more time
Man come to shake my hand
And rob me of my farm
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