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• Artiste: Cory Chisel And The Wandering Sons
• Titre: Tennesee
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Just swing across the southern sky And lift a match to my morning eye Well we'll all die young if we're lucky babe You'd hate the dark to prove the dawn Need me no more and I'll be gone I'm dieing to love somebody like you love him And you look just like my darling Tennessee Do you think she'll know me Or see me now like the broken man I am Doing a little bit more than the best I can Still she's gonna need a little more So cast your light into my room Kiss me deep or I'm leaving soon Well we're far too young to be dieing now Just draw me down with every word Til we find out what we deserve I know I can not pay my debters fee But you look just like my darling Tennessee Do you think she'll know me Or see me now like the broken man I am Doing a little bit more than the best I can Still she's gonna need a little more I would stand in disgrace I would spit in my saviors face My coat tattered and torn Just to know that our love will be reborn And our days pass like autumn wind And the world spins around me again And you look just like my darling Tennessee Well we'll all die young if we're lucky babe