paroles de chanson Loaded Gun - Grant-Lee Phillips

Plymouth Satellite a' flyin' Near the speed a' sound Got the windows down And the wheels a' risin' Clean up off the ground Flood lights from the
Jailhouse shining 'Cross the mustard fields Some a' them boys
I used to run with Some a' them are in
There still
Flyin' down the back roads Like the last and only one When you're seventeen
And wild Boy you're like a loaded gun
Don't know what
I'm runnin' from Not sure where I'm goin' Just seems like the world
Around me's Moving awful slow So you drink it down And you go devour everything you touch My tank down on empty Got no time though to fill it up
Flyin' down the back roads Like the last and only one When you're seventeen and wild Boy you're like a loaded gun
Huck Finn in a Plymouth flying Near the speed a' light Two-lane highway to myself There's nothin' like a summer night When you're still a kid But things ya did You're lucky just to be alive
Flyin' down the back roads Like the last and only one When you're seventeen and wild Boy you're like a loaded gun Flyin' down the back roads In a race I never won When you're seventeen and wild Boy you're like a loaded gun