paroles de chanson Church - Fairground Saints

′Cause if there's one thing I know
It′s that there ain't no gold in California
And my back is broke
From this old Oxen's yoke I′m wearing for you
Train tracks went through the woods
Filled up with foreign goods
Steam whistle in my ear
Confirms my biggest fears
Our church is gonna change
River waters rise
′Cross the open range
You're gonna hear that settler′s cry
Well if there's one thing I know
It′s that we talk too deep in California
And he sung me some words
Some South American love song gone and stolen
We tread on hallowed ground
Good Lord don't make a sound
It′s gonna die down in the glen
Dam loved by wealthy men
That train is gonna come
It's gonna bring that city steel
Brother you can't run
From the devil′s crooked deal
Our church is gonna change
Our church is gonna change
That flag was flying on fire
My bible burned to the ground
If you train your ear on top of wires
You think you′re safe and sound
But the church is gonna change
Cross the open range
You'll hear the settler′s cry
That train is gonna come
Bring that city steel
Brother you can't run
From the devil′s crooked deal
Yeah the church is gonna change
Yeah the church is gonna change
Yeah the church is gonna change
Yeah the church is gonna change