paroles de chanson Can't Look Away - Live at the Fillmore - The Wood Brothers

There's a sweet little farmhouse in Virginia
Full of guns and ammunition
In the driveway there's some pickup trucks with
Shotgun racks and camouflage paint
Down a path to the river there's
Some good old boys drinkin' and fishin'
When the shit hits the fan you know just who to call or to blame

You can try
You can try
But you can't look away

She steps out of the bathtub barely covers up
With a towel and gets the front door
It's the college boy from up the street
There to cut the grass while her husband's away
The neighbors they peek through the blinds
Cuz they know her man's overseas lost in the war
She fixes her hair up and lets the boy inside for lemonade

You can try
You can try
But you can't look away

It's a colorful sight
It's got the dark and the light
Never just black and white or even grey
You can't look away

There's a sweet little girl with a folded up flag
On the foot of her bed red white and blue fades to
Black suits and dresses and headlights in the rain
She doesn't notice the headstone
White bouquets and leftover last respects
Just the one purple wildflower comin' up from the dirt on the grave

It's a colorful sight
It's got the dark and the light
Never just black and white or even grey
You can't look away