Re: frammenti di canzoni
I dip my cup of soup back from a
Gurglin´ cracklin´ cauldron in some train yard, (some train yard)
My beard a roughning coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face.
Through cupped hands around a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find, uh hmm
That you´re waving from the back roads
By the rivers of my mem'ry,
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind.
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