Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Buck 65Название : Rough House BluesДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop canadian hip hop rap indie hip-hop canadian hip hop rap indie Видео:
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Deep fried blues but I`d rather die than cry Gas station food bound to go stale soon There`s a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly And this is the hammer that killed John Henry I`m sick of being tired, sick of the circus life Here day-dreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex No good with money, left-overs in a bitch bag Fryin` pan soul and a face like a dishrag A million old movies, I figured I`d tell Childhood memories triggered by smell So now what, you may ask, well that`s hard to say Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack Askin` the dust, I`m stuck in a cul-de-sac And it may sound silly but to me the threat is very real So that`s why I sing love songs and carry steel Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills Catchin` your drift, receivin` the warning Packin` my things, I live in the morning I drive all night, gone to see my friend One day this highway will be my end Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead That man has a zero floating over his head I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs Drink muddy water,sleep inside hollow logs So now what, you may ask, well that`s hard to say Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play | Похожие исполнители:
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