My Father's Father - The Civil Wars

miércoles, 22 de mayo de 2013

My Father's Father - The Civil Wars

 

I hear something hanging on the wind

 I see black smoke up around the bend

 I got my ticket

 I'm going to go home

 The leaves have changed a time or two

 Since the last time the train came through

 I got my ticket and I'm going to go home

 My father's father's blood is on the track

 A sweet refrain drifts in from the past

 I got my ticket and I'm going to go home

 The winding roads that led me here

 Burn like coal and dry like tears

 So here's my hope

 My tired soul

 So here's my ticket

 I want to go home

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