Paroles de Little Stream of Whiskey
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your doorI stand here wondering if there's more
Would you make me a pallet on your floor
Been down, been down for nothing at all
Got no kind of nothing at all, and nothing ain't nothing at all
Saw a picture of white sand, with a woman and a man
Walking hand in hand into the sea
I didn't want to be that man, wanted to be that white sand
The burning edge of Eden land, be pure geography
With uncountable pieces of me
Walking hand in hand into the sea
I didn't want to be that man, wanted to be that white sand
The burning edge of Eden land, be pure geography
With uncountable pieces of me
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