Текст песни Miller Bill - Pile Of Stones
Miller Bill - Pile Of Stones слова песни
Garbage fires, worn out tiresDull jackknives, broken livesStarts and stops, at old pawn shopsBoys first fish, drunkards wishThoughts of war, behind a motel doorStrangers touch, on a broken crutchOld man sing under an eagles wingCigarette spark, stray dog bark...As long as the grasses growAnd the four winds blowI feel your prayers from homeIn this Pile of StonesOld bike frames, the candles flameHigh school dances, never had a chanceFly off in a rage, like a bird in a cageBaptized in the water, death of my fatherSun goes down, on this part of townBoxers fist, junkies wristDeserted tracks, I ain`t goin backBuffalo bones, old grave stonesAs long as the grasses grow,And the four winds blowI feel your prayers from homeIn this Pile of Stones, stones, stones...