Lyrics:
Suburbia, one a.m.
You're walking home again
Shopping bags and broken glass
I hate going through the underpass
I wish there was some other
leave you heart broken on the floor
(You gon' be in the emergency room)
I'm standin' by your bed
And so tempted to pull out your I.V
(You gon' be in
live in. This broken nation
People want love, but they don't know where it is
Father release your new generation
Who'll lead the lost and broken home
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
""Sit by my
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
Sit by my side
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
turning diamonds to coal
In love we find out who we are
In sorrow we abide
Our strength's revealed by what we build
From the broken things inside
But
any shame
I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
pulled up stakes
Back home here in the old home 'stead I've kept him by my side
And filled him with my Appalachian pride
We're praising God in everything
self, liberty
Broken into
Pride all over me
Soaring, climbing
Self, god liberty
Broken by ym
Drive to set it free
Fire in my freedom
Hatred in my
get home
Feeling out of place, feeling out of time
Blessed with life living day by day
And Okay
Oh I just love my day
Oh try to live life brave
Oh try
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by the ruins of the love we built
And then destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feelin'
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid affix
She livin' her life from a broken home Now she down bad all alone
Ain't got no trust, too many did her wrong Just like her papa, she's a rolling
Feeling broken and you don't exist
When you're feeling broken and you cannot fix it
Feeling broken and you don't exist
When you're feeling broken
to fill the night
Burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
Its over now and long has been
Those
the two-bit bars
The promise was broken
I was far away from home
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
Thunder Road is for the lost lovers
And all
and fire used to fill the night
Burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
Its over now
time ago we were planted by hands
That worked in the mines and the mills
When the country was young and the people who came
Built their homes in
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
to saddle your dreams and ride
[ guitar ]
The time has past and looking back the rodeo has ended
The cowboys and the fans have all gone home
But broken hearts
[ESG]
Just cuz we live in the country
Doesn't mean that we slow
[Chorus (ESG):]
Country life
Southern strife
What gives you the damn right?
This city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts)
From broken homes (homes)
Because this city
This city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope)
Left for
Warm yourself by the fire, son
And the morning will come soon
I'll tell you stories of a better time
In a place that we once knew
Before we
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