to Boston I woke last night in a cold dark room The window pane had frozen Some postcards, a letter, or a tune Would hang you for a little while, a little
me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever Just for those three days? For those three days Just For
Da tre giorni stessa faccia Stesso vestito non metto passi Non invento parole Sentirsi meglio e lontano Come vacanze nei mari del sud Ci vorrebbe una
que no se que es alimento solo tomando me he podido consoloar Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay tu amor me va a matar ay ay ay ay ay yo que
I'm a poor boy born in a rut Some say my manners aint the best Some of my friends made a whole lot of trouble And some towns are better than the rest
A quest'ora sanno gia di noi i problemi cominciano adesso tutto e fatto ormai. Tu non sai la forza che mi dai ma conosco i rimpianti che lasci tu conosci
Grass ain't always greener on the other side Better save your money for a rainy day Count your blessings come as they may Only Will Rogers never met a
(Pat Green) Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, Billboards and bullshit got her down, Seem like you need a little hill country, A little
a half a mind to call her Half a mind to go Jump a big jet liner And wing it on my way back home I've got a half a mind to call her Half a mind to go
a couple years ago He's a standup guy so I don't know why she would ever leave him I guess we've all got our reasons There's a guy we got loading trailers
I feel it everyday it's all the same It brings me down but I'm the one to blame I've tried everything to get away So here I go again Chasing you down
is a little of The good life All I need is to have A good time The good life I don't really know Who I am It's time for me To take a stand I need a change
city Is the same to me Everyone's got a place to be But there's no room for me If I'm to blame When the guilt and the shame Hang over me Like a dark
On the ground I lay Motionless in pain I can see my life flashing before my eyes Dead I fall asleep Is this all a dream Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
Then you'll disappear Like smoke Into the clouds There's three ways off a merry-go-round You either jump Or you let it slow down There's three ways Off a a
Right back at you, record three Makes you wish that you were me 'Cos we got no job for life Build 'em up like Frank Lloyd Wright No two days turn out
face down on the bed by a big bag of 'caine And I'm thinkin in my head 'I just left Y.A.' Now on my way to the penitentiary for a yola case Damn I'm struck