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• Artiste: Colton Bigham
• Titre: Runaway Blues
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There is a man, with a cart, he stumbles through town, alone in the dark And in his sack, wrinkled and torn, Is a picture of a girl after she's born He never saw it comin, the fate that'd wear his shoes The calls that put him walking, singin' runaway blues The needles and the night trends, on the other side of the bed, He stuck one too many kisses on the top of women's heads Take me back to when i was young, when hope still flowed in my blood Back when the river washed away, All the mistakes of yesterday Young and reviled, a bastard child is what she assumed, All hope lost, a scattered cost, singin' runaway blues, The drop-offs and the pick-ups, exchanges made in flesh, she never had the only man that would push away the rest. You see some things can't be understood by the outside mind, Foolishness and failure are the only ways to fight She found her father by his cart, a bottle in his hand, But with no recognition stole his wallet and threw her picture in the sand. Take me back to when i was young, When hope still flowed, in my blood Back when the river washed away, All the mistakes of yesterday. Go ahead and make your laughs but you're just an addict too. Fiending to fiend for anything that satisfies what you knew. Go ahead and make your laughs but you're just an addict too. Fiending to fiend for anything because you can no longer be new. Take me ack to when I was young, When hope still flowed in my blood Back when the river washed away, All the mistakes of yesterday.