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• Artiste: Old Crow Machine Show
• Titre: Paint This Town
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Ever since I was a young boy I had a wandering soul I walked and crawled across six state lines By the time I was 8 years old And landed in some cornfield They called a town on the grow So I climbed up on that water tower man But the city was a no show And that’s when I spied you and we didn’t mind All night truck stops, drive-ins, dives We were teenage troubadours hopping on boxcars for a hell of a one-way ride It’s just a Waffle House jukebox My brains are scattered around But one of these days you and me babе We’re gonna spill the wholе bucket And paint this town Paint this town Paint it red and white for Old Glory Paint it blue for the cops tailing your old man’s Ford Shimmy up them power lines and paint some anarchy signs Cause that’s what you do when you’re 15 years old We’ll paint it yellow for a warning They’ll never take us alive Now we’ve given our hearts to this heartbreak city Where farm kids go to make out or die It’s just a Waffle House jukebox My brains are scattered around But one of these days you and me babe We’re gonna spill the whole bucket And paint this town Paint this town Now the train don’t stop like it used to Interstate missed by more than a mile Still all these trailer park kids grow up thinking this Is a place they will survive And you and me babe we faded away Like the yearbook page foretold Now all I got left is the dirt under my fingernails from we went digging for gold It’s just a Waffle House jukebox Bright lights spinning around But one of these days it just might light your way Make you spill the whole damn bucket And paint this town