Текст песни Buffalo Country

This is my old shirt a lifetime of your hard work It's in the crown, the magic dust everything you love is going to rust Don't turn around, eyes forward High, low I walk you down our street It's too far gone we're late again 7:10 and it's on my friend you and I embrace the same tangled (hoops?) but there's still is one to blame Don't turn around, eyes forward High, low Carry you down our street There's no such thing as a morning walk it's your excuse to just come and talk we're growing old as you're growing dead at least we spent these years and tears trying and I'm not leaving you behind High, low Bury you under down our street High, low Bury you under down our street