Paroles de la chanson Pistols On The Levee par The Cadillac Three
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I remember shootin' pistols on the levee
My right hand, man, it seemed real heavy
A bullet and some broken glass, a little pull back
"Hey, Dad, did you see that?" Yeah
And Mamaw hollerin', "Y'all come in and eat"
And, buddy, I wish he was here so you could meet
The one that raised me up to be a man
I brought you down here to show you who I am
'Cause you're ready
There's more to me and you than a pocket knife
And a hand-me-down Chevy
It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon
And the stars will fall all over you
Keep your hands and your heart always steady
Like pistols on the levee
I used to use the magnolia pods as grenades
Bite the stem off and it was bombs away
And the smell of that paper mill would make you think the devil still
Went down to Georgia but stopped here on the way
I brought you down here to show you who I am
'Cause you're ready
There's more to me and you than a pocket knife
And a hand-me-down Chevy
It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon
And the stars will fall all over you
Keep your hands and your heart always steady
Keep your hands and your heart always steady
Like pistols on the levee
I used to use the magnolia pods as grenades
Bite the stem off and it was bombs away
And the smell of that paper mill would make you think the devil still
Went down to Georgia but stopped here on the way
I brought you down here to show you who I am
'Cause you're ready
There's more to me and you than a pocket knife
And a hand-me-down Chevy
It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon
And the stars will fall all over you
Keep your hands and your heart always steady
Like pistols on the levee
My Daddy, he's gone, now this is our little story
And that Louisiana runs deep like tattered Old Glory
Son, one day you'll tell little Jack or little Betty
About pistols on the levee, yeah
(Pistols on the levee)
(Pistols on the levee)
My Daddy, he's gone, now this is our little story
And that Louisiana runs deep like tattered Old Glory
Son, one day you'll tell little Jack or little Betty
About pistols on the levee, yeah
(Pistols on the levee)
(Pistols on the levee)
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