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Cold Wind Paroles

John Butler Trio

Album Fresh & Blood

Paroles de Cold Wind

Cold wind it blows
Blowing through like Sunday morning
Chills my bones, take me home, take me home
Home is where the heart is, but my heart's been truly stolen
Cold wind it blows, wind it blows
Fire in my gut
Reminding me that yes I'm in a
Great big rut, great big hole,
No one knows, can tell me where those chains begin
Fire in my gut

There are place you will never go
And there are thinghs that you will never know
It all depends on which side of the road

Hole in my soul
Makes me feel like I am floating
Far from my place, i got no land, I got no face
Tell Mr. what's a man supposed to believe in?
Hole in my soul

Gun in my hand
You're telling me that I'm meant to obey
Laws of your land
But you don't follow rules of the silly games you play
So gun in my hand

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