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Joe Purdy - 4th of July текст песни

Исполнитель: Joe Purdy

альбом: 4th of July


We won the war in the valley,
We packed up all of our things.
We said goodbye to the alley.
Oh, we could not wait for spring,
Oh, we could not wait for spring.
Took what we stole in Virginia,
Buried it all in a box.
We dug a hole outside Memphis, covered it up with rocks.
I took the last of the water,
You emptied our canteens,
We dipped back down in the holler.
Oh we could not wait for spring.
Oh we could not wait for spring.
We drove that Ford through the desert,
Past the ghost town and old railroad tracks,
We got torn up in the weather,
We barely did make it back.
Took my guitar to the pawn shop, you took your grandmother's rings,
We bought wool coats for the winter,
Oh, we could not wait for spring.
Oh, we could not wait for spring.
Thought I played well in Chicago,
It was the last time I saw him alive.
Heard he got shot down in Austin,
On a rowdy summer night.
We head out of New York City
And the snow nearly drove us insane.
Winter's in Upstate are so bitter,
But we could not wait for spring,
Oh we could not wait for spring.
I can't get back what was stolen,
But we won't hang our heads down in shame,
We don't take orders from no one,
So we never know whose to blame.
I put my boots on the fire,
Wore out from the soul to the heel
All of my best friends are liars.
I know just how they feel.
Yeah, and I know just how they feel.
Last time we all got together,
Nobody did say goodbye,
We'll see you back at the river,
Again, on the Fourth of July
Again on the Forth of July.

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