Bobby Long piosenki

The night it rests like a hammerblow and breaks the morning it brings, The mad men are down on the crypt floor sleeping through there favours and sins, I trained myself to be hardened and greet the bird like the day, I soared to greet lusty gamblings and drenc...

Heaven is a place where people die pretty Stars don't lie and there's cash in the kitty Running from the rocks, there's water for the lips To ease your mouth and bathe your fist There's no need for trouble when the road's all down The body's out of work...

I'm afraid to die I'm nearly old I'm almost young Or so I'm told You say time is a healer Faith is death Or left to die I won't put my strain on another Broken shame And so I'll lie I'm left to lie I floated down Like a long lost dream As my savior flew From...

Chained to a Wounded Gun again, Firing Blood on Blood, Lost among the empty spills, With a hound of hell in love. A Saviour on the Picket Line, Souls do crack and tears will roll, The Odious Sweat of the Borough Mill, So this time will take its toll. Far Awa...

When the world holds out its flag The sun will fall across the plain, I will hold out my hands and take the blame And when the the weather falls too cold, The frost ravages the lanes, I will bow down my head in shame "But who have you, who have you bee...