Текст песни Overshore - Colton Ford

Ounce for ounce was the right amount
Take a little handful and why don′t you pass that around
Gave it back at the final count
Tallied up and he said son, how'd you make out

Opened up and the tally′s out
Buddy said say here's your smile marks and how'd you make out
Top brass the seals on your envelope
Signed and stamped and dated just for you
Roll soul all the numbers on your metal roll
Sitting there on the double says it′s gonna be a roll

Looks to me like it′s all been worn
The age only makes me a little more sure
Now that we know that it's always been
True to its form

Roundel said son why don′t you turn and face
Well keep 'em happy and you′re staying up with your chase
First in luck and tucked into second place
Silver wings said the paint looks a lot like their ace

Loved the rock in the wings and the way that the
Wash came back over your silver seams
Heard the whistle in the ports saying the
Glass was forward and he
Came overshore

Good shot was it not
Is that a smile that I picked up and painted on
Don't mind the waves