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• Artiste: Grace Potter And The Nocturnals
• Titre: Left Behind
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He’s gone to find his way again He said he lost his only friend He’s go a jar of cash to spend He’s running off just like he done before And he made a stop down at the track Sold his favorite leather hat Told the man he won’t be back And rounded out an old unsettled score But oooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind. I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows Somewhere in there we got close They say a handy man is hard to find He bought the farm I sold my car He left me with a silver scar He’s colder than a steel guitar He always warned he ain’t the loving kind I told him ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind. Some days I cry like a child Other days I ramble wild He’s got me so god-damned beguiled I don’t even know his middle name He’s been lost and found before But I’ve stopped waiting by the door I still love him to the core I only wish that he could do the same Ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind. He don’t call, and he don’t write He slips on in after midnight I never turn off my porch light He always finds his way back to my place I never asked him for a ring He gave me this old song to sing And helped himself to everything And now I’m here without a speck of grace But ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.