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• Artiste: Dave Hause
• Titre: Hold Out Your Hand
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I run a lot of miles of life and crime And mountain climbs and quittin' times Packing that load of lyin' rhymes And tired jokes and wooden dimes I've been everybody's friend, everybody's friend I could lose my house, I could steal a car I could serve two masters, living hard Living like a dog in a cage in a yard With a fist full of cold hard cash that I can't let go The devil can't have my soul, the devil can't get your soul The devil can't get your soul Hold out your hand Take hold of mine and then Round and round we go Don't you wanna dance I'm a dying man From the moment we began Hold out your hand Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da When the man comes around and the trumpet sounds And his number calls and the moment he falls In the haunted halls of man he will understand He will comprehend, he will not pretend He will not pretend When the rain don't fall and the river don't run And the wind takes orders from the blazing sun The devil don't break for the fiery snake And you've had about as goddamn much as you can take The devil don't take a break, the devil don't take a break The devil don't take no break Hold out your hand Take hold of mine and then Round and round we go Don't you wanna dance I'm a dying man From the moment we began Hold out your hand Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Well he came to my door to sell me the fear With some cameras and bullets and tension and Here is a license for killing your own native son For a careless mistake and a fake plastic gun? Deliver your brother from violence and greed For the mountains, lay down for your faith like a seed A morning is coming of silver and light There will be color and language and nobody wanting to fight What a glorious sight! What a glorious sight! Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Hold out your hand (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) Take hold of mine and then (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) Round and round we go (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) Don't you wanna dance (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) I'm a dying man (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) From the moment we began (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) Hold out your hand (ba da da, ba da da, ba da da) Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da