Forty years song and lyrics by counting crows I was born in the jungle With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air I was born in a white hole And I cant believe the colors here, they stalk on a circle Ive never been blessed with elephants memory Im riding a red line nowhere If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, Ill put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years, Ill walk the thunder and the rain I was born in a good home Where the rising cost of raising children was not a factor And you cant believe the things it does to me Im filled with the white noise Well, I never did much of anything anyway Jump n a big train nowhere on a big train nowhere If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, Ill put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years, Ill walk the thunder and the rain I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience Maybe raise some children I wanna get me a good wife, with a garden Garden, garden, garden And Ill start me a new life with a six foot color television Ill start me a new life somewhere I was born on a warm night On the right coast, southeastern America Dead on arrival, but you cant believe the things you hear Ill fly me a white plane over water, over blue and green And land in the ocean somewhere youtube/watch?v=WXpzXlvNNg4 Read more: Counting Crows - 40 Years Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 01:36:26 +0000
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