Testo di Souls

Back to the streets where the kids are new Love was around the corner from you You played it well, like an old-time jive Girl, I swear, I've never seen you look so alive Back the train up on the path Rolling off the tracks, no you'll never see it again Wrote the song that you dug so much Living it up with the boys and such Oh, we won't go Back to the room where we sold our souls Oh, we won't go Oh, boots and bros Down with the shrine of american gold Oh, boots and bros We moved in packs together, bounded by our oldest brothers The night was ours for taking, rolling cigarettes and sneaking out We sung our songs of youth and promised that we'd never lose it Oh, we won't go Back to the room where we sold our souls Oh, we won't go Oh, boots and bros Down with the shrine of american gold Oh, boots and bros