Paroles de Ligea

In 1969 i killed a man of mine in his small mind to the town i was hunted down by hounds hear the nighthawks cry the voices try and hollow hear the crowd cheer they cheer me to the gallow In 1985 i was doing time alright i made a plan to escape and then as the lady of the late hear the crowd it goes their voices try and hollow cant you hear them call they cheer me to the gallow 1995 was the year i came out for child? i listened to his song and watch the sun make the shadows long hear the nighthawk call his voices try and hollow hear the crowd call they cheer me to the gallow hear the nighthawk call his voices try and hollow hear the nighthawk call in a voice thats hollow