Lyrics The Burning Sun - John Holt
Livin'
in
the
city
but
the
life
ain't
pretty
and
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
Livin'
in
the
city
but
the
life
ain't
pretty
and
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
When
will
I
be
released
from
this
burden
and
this
greed,
woy
I
know
the
good,
I
know
the
bad
I
know
the
ugly
cause
in
the
city
there
is
no
pity
Mummy's
a
healer,
daddy's
a
preacher
in
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
Mummy's
a
healer,
daddy's
a
preacher
in
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
When
will
I
be
released
from
this
burden
and
this
greed,
woy
I
know
the
good,
I
know
the
bad
I
know
the
ugly
cause
in
the
city
there
is
no
pity
Mummy's
a
healer,
daddy's
a
preacher
in
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
Livin'
in
the
city
where
the
life
ain't
pretty
and
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
Livin'
in
the
city
where
the
life
ain't
pretty
and
the
burning
sun,
the
burning
sun
Mummy's
a
trader,
daddy's
a
preacher
in
the
burning
sun,
in
the
the
burning
sun
When
will
I
be
released
from
this
burden
and
this
greed,
woy
I
want
to
know
right
now,
when
will
I
be
released
From
all
this
burden
and
greed,
oh,
but
I'm
tryin
and
tryin'
Oh
yeah,
when
will
I
be
released,
oh
yeah
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