Testi:
Ray Lamontagne God Willin The Creek Don T Rise

ya borrow Dreaming of the day you're gonna pack your bags and put them miles away Oh just grab your girl and go where no one knows you What will all

eyes and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break

York City, Somewhere I can clear my head. I was just kickin' along the sidewalk, No one looks you in the eye, No one asks you how you doin', Don't seem

who couldn't choose a path worth taking There's nothin' in the world so sad as talking to a man Who never knew his life was his for making Ain't it about

Going out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see, What was right in front of me? Wish I was wrong

, I am tired Can I come home For the summer? I could slow down for a little while Get back to loving each other Leave all those long and lonesome miles behind Don't

Are you still in love with me Like the way you used to be or is it changing? Is it deeper over time Like the river that is winding through the canyon?

beg and you plead Don't fill my heart with no pity What makes you think I'm gonna take you back again I ain't your repo man, I ain't your repo man Used

Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills My baby's on a tear