Текст песни September Song - Rachel Potter

Woke up today and tried to remember
The song that you played
On a day in september
When I was just eight years old
Playing in our living room

I begged you to teach me my favorite song
On that beat up guitar
That wouldn't stay strung.
I practiced my G.C. in D cords all afternoon

You'd tell me the stories
Of those nights down in Memphis
Playing on Beals street
And spotlights for tourists
And saying that we should go meet the ghosts that played the blues

Yeah, Well that was my dad
Back in his glory days
Before the sparkle in his eyes
Would graudually fade
I lost a hero that, shouldn't have been taken away

I miss you and I'm trying to
Pick up the pieces of my heart
Now that your gone.
I see you, and I feel you
And familiar faces
And all of the places we've been
And the places will never get to go.

I was eighten, Time to start school
I had to go out on my own
Wide eyed and clueless
I'd never been away from this house
And my family
So I packed up my bags to move to Orlando
And saw the first tears
From my dad through the window
As I reversed the car, I saw how much
He really loved me
Yeah, well I lost a hero
That shoudn't have been taken away

I miss you and I'm trying to
Pick up the pieces of my heart
Now that your gone.
I see you, and I feel you
And familiar faces
And all of the places we've been
And the places will never get to go.
I see you, and I feel you
And familiar faces
And all of the places we've been
And the places will never get to go.
All of the places we've been
And the places will never get to go.

Woke up today and tried to remember
The song that you played
On a day in september
When I was just eight years old
Playing in our living room.