paroles de chanson Half Way to Hell - Devils Brigade
I
was
a
farmer
till
the
top
soil
blew
away
From
Texas
all
the
way
to
L.A.
But
when
the
land
gives
up
and
there's
no
more
pay
The
big
city
is
your
last
stop
I
take
my
orders
from
the
union
hall
I
work
on
wet
iron
seven
fifty
feet
tall
And
if
I
may
slip
its
thener
you'll
call
I'll
be
half
way
to
hell
if
I
fall
Through
all
my
years
of
desperate
wandering
It's
hard
to
imagine
I'd
amount
to
anything
But
now
my
ship
has
finally
come
in
And
I'm
part
of
this
brotherhood
now
This
is
the
start
of
what
could
be
the
end
This
great
depression
the
country's
on
the
mend
A
fair
days
wage
for
a
fair
days
work
That's
all
I
got
coming
to
me
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