Текст песни Living In A Minor Key - Shooter Jennings

In Portland was hot in the winter time
And the rain and tears poor down my face
I wish you were here
I wish I stil drake bear and have one revering yeat
But I′ falling inn grace
And I'm with you ′with your smile
Sing you a song,'run my hearake my heart

I'm living in minor key
I′m living in a minor key
And I still got little swag in my step
And I still think king William was good as it gets
When I wad younger I had a hunger
And I chase the thunder til the storm
I make it all that with joke and a smile
Sing you some songs about the time I was wild
Then my heartache ...
Lord I′m living in the minor key