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Whisky Roads
Pubblicato 27 dic 2024
Aggiornato 27 dic 2024
Poetry and Songs
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Poetry and Songs
Pubblicato 27 dic 2024
Aggiornato 27 dic 2024
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Ridin' through the dusk, my shadow's gettin' thin,
From Tulsa to Tennessee, drownin' in my sin,
Sold my soul to the Devil, a deal I can't undo,
For a flask of whisky that burns me straight through.
Ghost towns and memories, they haunt my every mile,
A bottle in my saddlebag and my heart out on trial,
Every creek and canyon are whisperin' my shame,
As I chase the fading sun, searchin' for my name.
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Whisky roads and Devil's tolls, ridin' through the pain,
From Tulsa to Tennessee, under the blackened rain,
Sold my soul for a moment's peace, but peace is hard to find,
Just a cowboy and his demons, leavin' tracks behind.
Six strings on my guitar, I am playing my last tune,
Campfire as my witness, beneath a lonesome moon,
The stars that used to guide me have all begun to fade,
Left alone with my
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Daniel Muriot 11 mesi fa
From Tulsa to Tennessee with a bottle of whisky in my saddlebag... J'y étais rien qu'en fermant les yeux !
(Du coup, j'ai soif.)
Franck Labat 11 mesi fa
Il l'aura payée cher sa dernière bouteille, et il faut qu'elle lui fasse plus de 600 miles... Mais oui... quel voyage !
(À la tienne)