paroles de chanson Me & Frank - Michael Weston King

Me and Frank were the best of friends
Thought our summers would never end
Selling seeds for money to spend
Which Frank blew

Me and Frank we were doing fine
Chasing girls and wasting time
Sometimes his but mostly mine
Yes Frank knew

He was the apple of his mother's eye
She never saw what everybody knew
She talked of going some place warm and new
Where the sea was blue
And rules were few

The neighbours horse was tall and grey
We planned to steal that nag away
Snuck through the fields where nothing grew
To a place Frank knew

We rode that horse around from town to town
Sold it to a Roma who passed through
Tried to point the finger there but we went down
For a month or two
Frank thought that was cool

Now Frankie's brother owned a gun
We stole it once to have our fun
We couldn't end what we'd begun
When Frank he drew

I drew a line in the sand
Said here's where we'll make our stand
But I could never judge the man
And Frank he flew

He took his mothers car, the Mercury
He took his share, and took mine too
I'm still waiting here and he's gone free
There's no dignity
In poverty

He lost it all in a losers game
He said "one day I'll win again"
But 'one day' never came
Not that I knew

Cos I've not seen him in 30 years
I miss his smile but not the tears
I hear his mothers in Tangiers
Without a clue
Frank he flew