Hunter G K Thompson - Dustbowl Hymn paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Dustbowl Hymn - Hunter G K Thompson



Foreign lands, foreign streams
Foreign men, with foreign dreams
Fragile men with sunken eyes,
Work to bleed, but pray for rain
They're bringing home red dust stains,
Withheld the pain with none to gain
With their heads on low
Their children know
They ain't the same
Yet they remain
This heart ain't home
Lord take me home
Not an ounce of water nor
A cloud in sight
The rain won't come
Swallowed by dirt and dust
The grain won't sprout to feed those you love
So you grab your dear daughter pearl
And hold her close
And whisper up
A promise of spring and the flowers
And God above
This heart ain't home
Lord take me home
He, He takes it all
He takes it all away
He, He takes it all
He takes it all away
He, He takes it all
He takes it all away
The one who gives and takes away
He takes it all, He takes it all away
He...



Writer(s): hunter thompson


Hunter G K Thompson - No Books About Me
Album No Books About Me
date de sortie
29-05-2019




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