paroles de chanson Silver Spoon - Popa Chubby , Eric Bibb

I left my home as a young man
Still a boy, truth be told
Took my guitar, my troubled heart
An′ hit the road
I made my way 'cross an ocean
In search of somewhere to belong
Just a young buck... an′ travelin' on
I made my home in the North Country Far
At a time when very few people there
Looked like me
I made good friends who were kind to a stranger
An' his family
Some say I was born with a silver spoon
In my mouth
People, you know I′ve paid some dues
Born to play the guitar all around the world
Born to sing these blues...
I settled down, got a straight job
Played my music on the side
Put food on the table, paid the rent
But I was not satisfied
Pawned my guitar so many times
So many times it′s a shame
But I kept on playin' - singin′ my songs
'Til the people knew my name
Knew my name
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth...
People, you know I′ve paid some dues
Born to play the guitar all around the world
Born to sing these blues...
Born to sing these blues...