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Out in the sand pits filled up with debris
Out where the dirt bikes had been
Out where the green grass did never care to be
Once a boy stood growing
His blonde hair a-blowing
His young days were flowing happily
Don't get much off time doing what I do
It's day in and out the same as saw
Outrageous slings and the arrows keep me blue
With the wolves all huffing
They don't care nothing
No, they can't stop huffing
They're pushing through
Philadelphia rain is falling down
Falling on the leaves on the ground
Yeah, it's a stronghold of history
And the past hangs whispery in that town
Turn on some good news, the bad news shouldn't count
A boy's gotta have some fun
Out climbing hard at them eclipse you can't surmount
Yes, you're falling to hating
You can't stand the waiting
It's all frustration, you gotta let it out
Wheels turn
Days burn
Towards a bleak December
Past the fading embers of the sunshine living, yeah
Well, it's sad to hear my sweetheart on the phone
That is to hear her laugh
I don't like to go, Lord, and to leave her all alone
But that's my living
It's a way of giving, yes, and oh boys I'm driven
I'm pushing on
Philadelphia rain is falling down
Falling on a road that's leaving town
Yes, and the cold chrome thunders
While the toll booth tenders frown



Авторы: Steve Forbert Copyright: Welk Music Group, Welk Music


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