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• Artiste: Josh T. Pearson
• Titre: Cuntry Dumb
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I come from a long line in history of dreamers Each one more tired than the one before All of us too poor to pay attention Sweet dreamin' was all we could afford They say that even in the worst hope overcometh But not in this cold lonely world of mine So if your warm thoughts ever wander up to good heavens Say a prayer of hope for my driftin', sweet dreamin' mind We are not what you call over-comers We are failures each and every one We're the kind who will always need a Saviour The kind who play country dumb I come from a long line in history of dreamers Too broke down to frankly my dear give a good god dime Too poor in spirit to rent to own it alone Even qualify for that ever elusive pre-approved new lease on life We're the kind who never take responsibility Yeah the only thing I will ever take from you will be my leave And the only good thing I'll ever give to you will be my good grief I've counted the cost sister Christian I know that Jesus saves cuz nothing in this cold lonely world is for free! There are reasons that I was alone when I met you Reasons that go back a long long way in time There are reasons that I am surely going to leave you They come from a circle in history woman that ain't hardly even mine And in this unbroken circle I will be the first at the end of the line We're the kind who start the books but who just do not finish We're the kind who have 10,000 would-be-great, ungrateful, too-long, run-on songs We're the kind still stuck in the past but who see well into the circle future You see I miss you woman and baby you ain't even yet gone You see I miss you babe and woman you ain't even yet gone I come from a long line in history of dreamers Each one more tired than the one before All of us too poor to pay attention Sweet dreamin' was all we could afford We are not what you call over-comers We are failures each and every one We're the kind who will always need a Saviour The kind who play country dumb The kind who play country dumb