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• Artiste: Ron Pope
• Titre: She's Good
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Leather jacket Trip to Colorado, drinking from the bottle Don't wanna waste the glass In the morning, I pray she'll still be with me Like the remnants of this whiskey, she'll keep clouding up my mind She wrote letters to the orphanage the year that she aged out Came to town to pass the weekend and then never turned around I was sixteen and a half years old, did what she said I should Yeah, she's good I kept wandering Singing 'bout my mother, trying to call my brother Leaving messages at home Despite my blessings I felt hemmed in by the city, like a bird trapped in a chimney Always crashing into walls When I got back home to Georgia she was nowhere to be found 'Til she sat right down beside me and said I should be the next round I would cry but I think first things first, I'll probably knock on wood Yeah, she's good She don't wanna need, anything like me Now she's laughing Saying I'm so simple. My fingers trace a dimple on the right side of her spine Her Christian kindness, ran out of gas in Memphis But her wanderlust is endless So she kept on down the road I don't think that either one of us is ever going home And I know enough about her to be sure there's things I'll never know I can't tell you how this ends, but bet you that she could Yeah, she's good. It's true. She's good