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• Artiste: Cherry Poppin' Daddies
• Titre: Hazel, SD
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Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone Willow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moon That big black train is moanin' at the stockyards That big black train is moanin' at the stockyards Devil bury daddy down deep in hell The last time I saw him, he was dead drunk Leavin' in a box car I'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlands I'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlands With a cracked and faded picture of the man I call Dad When I find you, you're gonna know it You're gonna sleep right next to your wife, man I'm gonna teach you a lesson your kid has learned Never go back on your word I never knew my Dad But I still want to meet him I'm gonna show that man, There is some blood on your hands, Dad There is some blood on your hands I never knew my Dad But I still want to meet him I'm gonna show that man Whether you loved us or not, Dad Garbage is stuff you throw out Can't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rain Can't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rain I got hunger burnin' Like a fever in my brain Ma got frail and I watched her suffer Ma got frail and I watched her suffer Now she's dead and her blood's on your hands I swore to her I'd hunt you down and bury you Right next to her on our land I never knew my Dad But I still want to meet him I'm gonna show that man, There is some blood on your hands, Dad There is some blood on your hands I never knew my Dad But I still want to meet him I'm gonna show that man Whether you loved us or not, Dad Garbage is stuff you throw out I'm just the son you don't want You don't want You don't want You don't