Paroles de South

Three leagues down the soft side of where you left my Gold rose crown you broke down and left me with a Chest hum, a black gun, and forty dollars Chest hum, a black gun, and forty dollars Three weeks down I drown myself in whiskey Came back round, and drowned out, you left me with a Chest hum, a black gun, and forty dollars Chest hum, a black gun, and forty dollars Streetlights talk the same way my mother told me I walk the same way my father told me Back straight and chest out, just like a soldier Back straight and chest out, just like a soldier Wise men talk the same way my mother told me I walk the same way my father told me Back straight and chest out, just like a soldier Back straight and chest out, just like a soldier You go down south, south