Тексты песен 4 Runner

Drivin' down a dark road Can't see my hand in front of my face I'm just spinnin' my wheels again Stuck in this same old place Oh, the bridge is out up ahead And the river's on the rise I'm too far gon

CHORUS Half of my blood is Cain's blood Half of my blood is Abel's One eye looks to Heaven One eye looks for trouble Sweet mother, she sang in the Sunday choir On her head was a halo, she spoke brimst

There's one thousand seven hundred and forty-two People in this little town And that one proverbial horse And everybody here'd be more than happy To spread a little gossip 'round If it ain't about the