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• Artiste: Wild Feathers (The)
• Titre: Tall Boots
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I'm a lover of yesterday It don't matter where I lay I've got tall boots, memories to hold And when the sun finally sets I can see my cigarettes Burning slow, just like the songs on the radio Young man, seventeen Green eyes and blue jeans And boots so worn, all the miles they've seen I remember holding on To every prayer I said at dawn Like, get me home, I promise I'll never leave I promise I'll never leave Oh, where would I go? ’Cause all these melodies are sad and slow And all these stories That have been told All have me growin' old On the dusty hood of a car I could hear all the stars Singing out of tune with the moon And the song was sad as hell And then the stars fell Lighting up the road between me and you Young man, twenty-three Livin' on amphetamines And eyes, so black, with all the sadness they've seen I remember holding on To every prayer I said at dawn Like, get me home, I promise I'll never leave I promise I'll never leave Oh, where would I go? ’Cause all these melodies are sad and slow And all these stories That have been told All have me growin' old I remember holding on To every prayer I said at dawn Like, get me home, I promise I'll never leave I promise I'll never leave Oh, where would I go? ’Cause all these melodies are sad and slow And all these stories That have been told All have me growin' old (Merci à Gabriel Santerre pour cettes paroles)