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• Artiste: Kreg Viesselman
• Titre: Sorrow
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Your guitar's hanging on the wall In a hole in Aberdeen With the dancing shoes and the brakeman's blues And the dirty magazines I've heard that thing a thousand times By the glow of kerosene And I guess I heard you gave it up For the sake of coming clean Sorrow, ain't it sorrow Ain't is something, ain't it slow From the getting up that mighty high To the winding up that low Sorrow, ain't it sorrow, Ain't it something ain't it slow You leave a trail Of harm and hail Everywhere you go The steel wires stretch across the place And they cut it all apart Where the worthless words of the wagging tongues They cut you to the heart I always knew the steel was cold And I figured it was sharp Now the steel strings keep me tethered to The highway and the harp they're going to put you in the paper if you're too small for the screen they'll ride you blue and when they're through gonna turn you into glue anyway If your I's are always troubled And your T's are double-crossed The buzzards bound To claim he found A man that wasn't lost You'll find me here This time, next year If I'm anywhere at all Down in the birl The swine and pearls The girls and alcohol