paroles de chanson Texas (Instrumental) - The Shacks

I′ve been all around the country
Sneaking through the wheat fields and the plains
I've sailed all along the seaside
I can see the moon tied up in chains
I′ve been camping out beyond the houses
Of all the people who've been named
After men and women in the bible
Who held their tribal cry for vain
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Golden hillside
Showdown man to man
Gunshots ringing
Bloody southren land
When i'm sleeping i can only hope for
Try to grope for something new
When i catch myself dreaming
I′m only dreamig about you
Sitting on the couch a rocking bug draped down so pretty
Then i wake to hear a cop just choked a man in new york city
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Golden hillside
Showdown man to man
Gunshots ringing
Bloody southern land