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Woodbox Gang - Storm Blowing Slowly şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Woodbox Gang

albüm: Trashcan Americana


Well it's night-time now
My eyes are all watered
My friends have all moved
Where the sun's always shinin'
I'm watchin' the weather
With a Doppler radar
There's a storm bustin' out of every
Silver linin'
By day I work
At the Correction Center
Where the men are corrected
With poisoned gas
And by night I
Clock in on a bender
To forgive myself
And forget the past
The strings of my heart are so tight
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
There's a storm blowing slowly
Come Hell, or come holy
To just blow me to the morning light
Well, a killer winks
Behind the eyes of the Warden
The Chaplain's ace
Is in the dead man's sleeve
There's a serpent hiding
In every saint's garden
Quoting the Scripture
Behind laurel leaves
The strings of my heart are so tight
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
There's a storm blowing slowly
Come Hell, or come holy
To just blow me to the morning light
Well every bad man
Has friends in low places
Who shroud themselves
In the darkness to hide
But some of these
Nearly departed hard-cases
Avenge me with friends
Of a whole different kind
Now I'm constantly looking
Over my shoulder
At well-dressed fellas
With hidden agendas
I'm the mouse in the meadow
Rolling the boulder
And crushing the hopes
Of the newly-forgiven
The strings of my heart are so tight
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
There's a storm blowing slowly
Come Hell, or come holy
To blow me to the morning light
Now the sun's risin' up
And the storm is a-passin'
A little rain
A little lightnin'
Outside the window
Where the thunder was crashin'
In their Sunday best, little boys are fightin'
Innocence today, a guilty verdict tomorrow
The civilized world has its civilized ways
And every civilized world has one civilized fella
To keep it all civilized
With a lever to raise
The strings of my heart are so tight
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
There's a storm blowing slowly
Come Hell, or come holy
To just blow me to the morning light
Oh, the strings of my heart are so tight
They'll spare me no suffering tonight
There's a storm blowing slowly
Come Hell, or come holy
To just blow me to the morning light

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