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Austin Meade - Pay Phone şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Austin Meade

albüm: Waves


Businessman come to own this town
DEA started hanging around
Fine cocaine, it covered every street
For the next state counties, it'd come through me
Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
Lord up above figured out my plan
Man with two kids, and a third on the way's
Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day
♪
Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills
Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit
Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
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My boys look up to their daddy with pride
They take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
♪
22 miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree
My first love, sweet Savannah lies
Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
Can't raise my boys behind concrete
From pay phone call twice a week
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home

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