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Bleu Edmondson
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American Saint
作词:Dwight Baker, Bleu Edmondson
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 in the glow of the dusty headlights All the little pretties with the stars in their hair Sipping titos and crystal light
It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Falling angels dancing to the music Drifting softly on the southern wind
Talking like the heroes that we won't be Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me Still fighting for each other Though it feels like we'll never win American saint, American saint
Now Philly Joe lives west of Alice The hippy prince of the wild He got pinch for possession in a real hard land But he never lost his style
He still works the rigs six months out of the year Old Crow fever, a story to tell and a menthol behind his ear 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Falling angels dancing to the music Drifting softly on the southern wind
Talking like the heroes that we won't be Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me Still fighting for each other Though it feels like we'll never win American saint, American saint
Now I'm north of Waxahachie I'm wondering where I go from here The Baptists say that if I don't change I won't see next year
It's another round of sound checks and train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Falling angels dancing to the music Drifting softly on the southern wind
Talking like the heroes that we won't be Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me Fighting for each other It feels like we'll never win American saint, American saint, American saint
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