Lyrics:
Well the west end now
The west end then
Went by the other day
Just to see my friend
His house was dark
His socks were thin
I told him let's
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
Papa worked but his cheque was small mama sowed just to help us all
And our old house sure needed paint nd when it rained the roof would leak
Well
Old man going.
Hopscotch of life will lead you to the grave.
Wet faces line the street, they will not be saved.
Black house you've built it will
the line that he crossed
It's been over a year instead of a week
Here in our house, our house by the creek
Me and my family live in the Netherlands
In
When most us saddle up for the old trail for our last ride, we leave little
Enough behind to show that once we have camped here. Some leave more
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
Your old Fender Twin from Johnny's Music downtown
Still set on ten to burn this house down
Count the band in, then kick into overdrive
By the end
on the breeze
Will call my name out and your dream
Chestnuts roasting outside as you walk
With your love by your side
The old accordion man plays mellow
And the world passed them by
Secret Gardens of the heart
Where the old stay young forever
I see you shining through the night
In the ice and snow of winter
to catch her eye
'Cause, man, she is so hot
But you can't compete with a superstar
He's got a big old house and little red car
And what you need is
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day
old house
Days go by
But I'm still in love
With who we used to be
Now you're just a precious memory
I can count on every night to hold me tight
Peter's slaughtered at chess by a nine year old boy
The house is covered in dust
A call from a stranger relates that his daughter
Tore up his letter in
charm
Until you tire of all the honky tonks that took you from my arms
This old house of many heartaches holds a love enough for two
And everything's just
Put your guns out on the table
Throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
make shoulders fling
Klitschko in the ring, 'cause he just got a box from the Gypsy King
Jheeze, same old story
You can get soaked, or soaked in glory
Down this road there's an old brick house
My mama cried the day that I moved out
And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats
But
the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothin' stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a whippoorwill
On a Sunday in the south,
to Susan's house
She's gonna make it right
Down by the Donut Prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk
With a bullet in his forehead
In a final
Lifestyles of the poor but proud
Cuddle up on the porch and enjoy the view
We can't afford Niagara Falls
But there's a fountain by the old town hall
We'll
The only thing we've ever owned
Is this old house here by the road
And when he dies he says he'll catch
Some blackbird's wing
Then he will fly away
the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm fucking lazy
Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored, I'm
Before you tore off in his car
Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but
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