paroles de chanson Last Light Radio 11: 57 PM - Shooter Jennings

Time's winding down, friends
The witching hour is almost upon us
I can't tell you how much I'll miss our night rides together
When I push back from this mike and get
Out of the old chair with a broken seat
That's when the sadness starts
The moon is full tonight, and the silence is rich
In our time together we've seen
Crooked politicians hauled squealing into the courts
We've exposed toad stool hypocrites to the light of day
We've even won a victory of two for human rights
We said, "Yes We Can" and for awhile, yes we could
Sometimes we fought the law and the law didn't win
But this time, they've divided us so they could conquer us
Remember one thing though, they can muzzle me
But they can't muzzle the love and truth in your heart
Lies will still be exposed and injustice can still be overturned
It's not too late
The truth can still set you free
Guard the love in your heart
Guard the truth
Here's another truth
Here's When the Radio Goes Dead