Texty

I've seen every mountain beside the Rio Grande I've trekked through the canyons, I'm a sad old rotten man I've seen desperate faces of children in fear When must someone tell me how we whined up here Bloodstains on your cuff links You say that's how it's gotta be Forsaken friends and families Well, that's a crooked kind of free A crooked kind of free, free, free That there is my brother on the other side of that line Man, when you put 'em down, it sends shivers down my spine These days, it's getting harder every night to get some sleep And someone's search for power, another's made weak Bloodstains on your cuff links You say that's how it's gotta be Forsaken friends and families Well, that's a crooked kind of free A crooked kind of free, free, free There are days when I fear I'm just the same It's in the water of the land from which I came From which I came Well, I am just a poor boy, singing songs for a buck of change I may seem to whisper softly, but, it's bursting through my veins So listen, listen closely, treat your neighbor with care 'Cause boy, it's an uphill climb, and kindness will get us there Boy, it's an uphill climb, but kindness will get us there
Writer(s): Beau Bedford, Thomas Csorba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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