Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amy Annelle Dziewanna
Songwriter
Texty
There's a song in near everything, a story seldom told
of an old house still standing on the dark side of the road
The ground there tells stories, which come to life again
Small pieces of the past wash up in the rain
Pull tabs and broken glass, scattered on the ground
Day's light is fading fast, shadows gatherin' all around
Pull tabs and broken glass, in the shade of an old oak tree
So long to your checkered past, and all those used to be's
You can almost hear music on an old-time radio
Trash talk and gamblin', shootin' dice and playin' dominoes
But when Shirley shot Cowboy, a lovers' feud gone wrong
Cowboy fell to the ground just like in a song
Pull tabs and broken glass, scattered on the ground
Day's light is fading fast, shadows gatherin' all around
Pull tabs and broken glass, in the shade of an old oak tree
So long to your checkered past, and all those used-to-bes
I'm a featherweight fighter a lock without a key
And when I went down for the count, no-one came to rescue me
Behind each broken window there lies a broken dream
A lifetime of could-have-beens fading on the screen
Pull tabs and broken glass, scattered on the ground
Day's light is fading fast, shadows gatherin' all around
Pull tabs and broken glass, I was too blind a fool to see
So long to your checkered past, and all those used-to-bes
So long to my checkered past
Written by: Amy Annelle Dziewanna
