You'll steal my heart, I'll count to three You'll walk away, just like on TV You left enchanted You'll steal my heart, I'll count to three You'll walk
Traduzione: Home Town Hero. Diciotto.
Broken young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning For cheap easy meals and hardly a home
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust I just had to follow my gut And I thank God I ain't what I almost was In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
town and shit, you get your crown split Fucking with the Likwit expansion assassins Heard about them fo' older anthems, now speak on that These fools got that home
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust I just had to follow my gut And I thank God I ain't what I almost was Guitar town, I bought this old Epi
young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the
way back home As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered 'Cos they knew a cowboy was born Yeah, that day a cowboy was born From the heroes in
Broken young children on wheels of the winner And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on
left my home town in a big cloud of dust I just had to follow my gut And I thank God I ain't what I almost was In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
or die, but we wouldn't shirk Eight months we fought and eight months we starved We stood by Larkin through thick and thin But foodless homes and
now so every night that?s where I go, he?s on the brink but he?s showing no fear though ?cause if he dies there, he?ll be dieing a hero. Thing?s
lost my footing trying to get home last winter Growing up means watching my heroes turn human in front of me The songs we wrote at eighteen seem shortsighted
is down the cops have found the vein." Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain