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• Artiste: Dorsey
• Titre: Bricks and Stones
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Leaving the house Mama said, "Grab your coat, It's that time of year, it's getting cold." Papa said, "Boy don't make no trouble for me." And I tell my folks don't worry about a thing. Out the door kicking my feet. Wind rustling through the trees. Skeletons of summer greens. Hang on my mind, and in the breeze. And I ain't heard from anyone all day, I don't mind I'm just making my way To the same place I've always known, Now a pile of bricks and stones, ghosts and smoke. When my time has come to pass They'll lay my body beneath the grass Read something soulful, something sweet Of the place where we'll once again meet. Taking off my coat, Shaking off the cold. Oh Mama I know It is now bricks and stones, Ghosts and smoke.