Colter Wall - Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate - Colter Wall



Well marry me
To a noose and a tree
What that ol' judge called the first degree
And all the folks around town
Swore to lay me
In the ground
They found out I put that poor boy down
You see I
Did not much care
For the way
That he'd sit and glare
So I closed
His eyes for good
With a bar-room chair
So gonna lay my poor bones
Past Appalachian stones
Far beneath that cold ground all alone
Oh but if you're asking me
Where I would rather be
It was worth it
To see that boy
Cut from the knees



Writer(s): COLTER WALL


Colter Wall - Imaginary Appalachia
Album Imaginary Appalachia
date de sortie
02-06-2015




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