Letra de 49 Bye Byes / America's Children

Forty nine reasons all in a line All of them good ones, all of them lies Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends Need a little work and there's fences to mend Steady girl, she was my world Till the drifter come, now she's gone I let that man play his hand I let them go, how was I to know I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please Now it's over, they left in the spring Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things Something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to be ware We got to stop children, watch that sound Look what's going down What a field day, what a heat And there's a thousand people on the street Singing songs and care inside