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• Artiste: Dorsey
• Titre: Trouble Gone Tomorrow
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I took a shot to the head. I've got a worn out tape of Sam and Dave that won't hardly play And an old car that's gonna go on me any day. The money's all gone, I threw it all away On a greyhound ticket to the San Francisco Bay. Where the beggars beg, Where the artists sketch, The poets ramble on but it's nonsense. I took a shot to the head. And everybody knows, Everybody's growing old. And everybody knows Trouble's gone tomorrow. Wine and roses could make this place shake. Beneath the nightfall of diamonds, the city's mine to take. Well the lovers lament As the sky goes red. Sinking like a stone in the sunset I took a shot to the head. Where the beggars beg As the sky goes red. Poets ramble on with every word she said. I took a shot to the head.