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• Artiste: Drew Kennedy
• Titre: Walnut Street
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I've got a little house on Walnut Street The nights are quiet and the morning's sweet I got an old wood floor beneath my feet That somebody's grandfather built I bet he used to keep his Lucky Strikes on this windowsill While he planed and worked that wood until He made silk from the yellow pine I've got a paper that says this house is mine But it ain't, it belongs to time And when morning's at the window Sometimes I swear this old room glows And somewhere between what you can and cannot see That old man is here The neighbor lady sings all day long She only stops at night just to start at dawn And I swear she only knows about three songs But I find myself singing to one of her sad old country tunes It reminds me of an afternoon When I was a kid and it was Saturday Just me and my dad drivin' out to the lake Oh but now he's just so far away And when morning's at the window Sometimes I swear this old room glows And somewhere between what you can and cannot see He's right here Last night I dreamed that I could fly If I held my arms just right I'd stay treetop high Hell I may just be a bird sometimes Hanging right above it all A bird with a sad and lonesome call And at any moment I might fall, for you again And when morning's at the window Sometimes I swear this old room glows And somewhere between what you can and cannot see She's still here