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• Artiste: Old Bear Mountain
• Titre: Mountain Lion
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I’ve got holes in the palms of my hands And I got you, and a slight suspicion Coming down, darling, watch your step Come on down to me. And I know that we had our troubles Hell I trembled at the sound of your voice Looking out at the constellations Are you watching me now? Stormy nights in the Dark And, whiskey bottles rolling round the car And I, don't remember why I’d ever let you down. I’ve got years in the lines on my face Of You and I, and of all we became I was terribly amused with your love But tell me where did it go? It was buried down deep in those woods In a grave on the hill where we stood Do you recall leaving me on my knees? That damn ring in my hand Stormy nights in the Dark And, whiskey bottles rolling round the car And I, can’t remember why I’d ever let you down. So I’ve got holes in the palms of my hands And I had you and my intuition But you’ve got eyes like a mountain lion Cut me right to the bone. Stormy nights in the Dark And, whiskey bottles rolling round the car And I, can’t remember why I’d ever let you down.