Well it’s half my heart and a little bit of soulThat makes me feel I’ve gotta ride this roadI wouldn’t change it if I couldAnd me and this road youYou know we’ve got an understandingIt won’t leave me at home and I amToo tired to do just what I shouldAnd last night I asked if
Well I never lived through the great depressionsomethimes I feel as though I didAnd I don’t have answers for every single questionBut that’s OK ‘cos I’m just a kid Well I’ve seen pictures of my motherWhen she looked exactly like meAnd I’ve seen all my friends running for coverRunning from something they can’t see And
Don’t wanna read the paperI don’t like bad newsLast night a man got shotOutside the house of bluesI’d like to ignore itI’d like to just pretendThat the reason for itIs something I can comprehend I don’t listen to the radioLast time it made me cryTwo boys went crazyFifteen kids diedAnd I don’t know their familiesI
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