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• Artiste: Turnpike Troubadours
• Titre: Before The Devil Knows We're Dead
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He was pushing eighty but he acted twenty two he could laugh and drink just like his grandchildren could do There was square hay on the meadow second cutting of the year well his summer work was over when they got the pasture clear they were drinking on the big bluff cross the river from the field well he walked up the edge threw a stone and he kneeled And he looked down at the water said boys im going in they were cheering when he jumped but he did not come up again chorus: Well raise another round boys and have another glass be thankful for today knowing it will never last and lets leave the world laughing when our eulogies are read may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead. verse 2: Well it was twenty after midnight. And they were going eighty five she was barely out of highschool wantin bad to feel alive. just a two lane piece of blacktop a snakey stretch of road. well the wind blew through the wing vents it was clear and fresh and cold. well the driver killed the headlights and he put the throttle down. when they hit the railroad crossin they were five feet off the ground just a screamin through the midnight till they came down again when the front tire hit the bar-ditch they went end over end chorus: Well raise another round boys and have another glass be thankful for today knowing it will never last and lets leave the world laughing when our eulogies are read may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead. (Guitar Solo) verse 3: (BOOM) (BOOM) (BOOM) .... Well Im twenty eight years old now I was born in eighty four and Ive been as free as I can be and I wont ask for anymore So let the fiddle play hoooooe down after I draw my last breath well tell everyone I know that I loved them all to death Well raise another round boys and have another glass be thankful for today knowing it will never last and lets leave the world laughing when our eulogies are read may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead. may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead. may we all get to heaven before the devil knows were dead. (Gracias a Giovany por esta letra)