paroles de chanson Cold Lake Honky Tonk - The Berta Boys
I
grew
up
in
a
small
town
North
of
Edmonton
way
I
thought
that
I
could
make
it
big
In
the
city
someday
So
I
moved
to
Toronto
With
that
big
CN
Tower
That
phallic
symbol
of
status
Fame,
glory,
money,
and
power
But
things
didn't
work
out
Quite
the
way
that
I
would
have
liked
Cause
I
got
screwed
over
By
a
promoter
named
Mike
I
wanted
to
be
a
rapper
Like
Tupac
or
like
Drake
But
now
I
play
pianer
In
the
bar
in
Cold
Lake
I
believe
in
dreamin'
Cause
it
makes
me
feel
like
a
G
I
believe
the
big
homie
up
there
Ain't
dreaming
about
little
old
me
And
I
believe
in
angels
And
I
know
that
they're
my
type
But
I
know
there
ain't
no
angels
Working
bar
on
Tuesday
night
My
Mama
she
won't
call
me
And
my
ex-wife,
well
she's
mad
Cause
my
son
calls
me
homie
Yeah
he
won't
He
won't
call
me
Dad
I
used
to
make
hundreds
Now
I,
I
only
make
tens
They
called
me
Drizzy
Moolah
Now
they
just
call
me
Ken
And
I
don't
know
much
about
dreaming
But
I
know
it
don't
pay
no
rent
I
gotta
sit
here
and
sit
of
the
reasons
Why
I'm
living
with
no
friends
And
I
don't
know
much
about
angels
But
I
know
they
don't
work
Tuesday
night
Cause
that's
the
night
I
do
my
take
At
the
bar
in
Cold
Lake
Now
I
play
piano
In
a
bar
in
Cold
Lake
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