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ミュージックビデオ

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Florida Slang
Florida Slang
Performer
Jeff Ilgenfritz
Jeff Ilgenfritz
Lead Vocals
Darci Ricciardi
Darci Ricciardi
Background Vocals
Daniel Orr
Daniel Orr
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Ilgenfritz
Jeff Ilgenfritz
Songwriter
Darci Ricciardi
Darci Ricciardi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Ilgenfritz
Jeff Ilgenfritz
Producer

歌詞

Fuschia sunsets glow on top of
Canals made for the runoff
Echo the things that I once loved
Never could get enough of
I set out on my way
With my viewpoints kept at bay
The music's off and I recite the lines
From the old play
Here I go again to give my time
Have to drink it all before the end of the ride
Don't it feel like a southern road
To hear your heart breakin' on the radio?
The road less traveled is paved in gold
When you're miles from home
With nowhere to go
They ain't already told ya
Coast the car past closing bars
Where ghosts and smoked cigarettes
Are the only ones left
Where Crooked Cops and the Christian Cross
Stay 24/7 lit
And the stop signs are bullet-kissed
We won't get far with the engine off
That's just how it is
So get used to it
Don't it feel like a southern road
To hear your heart breakin' on the radio?
The road less traveled is paved in gold
When you're miles from home
With nowhere to go
They ain't already told ya
Don't it feel like a southern road
To hear your heart breakin' on the radio?
The road less traveled is paved in gold
When you're miles from home
With nowhere to go
They ain't already told ya
Don't it feel like a southern road
To hear your heart breakin' on the radio?
The road less traveled is paved in gold
When you're miles from home
With nowhere to go
They ain't already told ya
That's when it feels like a southern road
Ya hear your heart breakin' on the radio
With one more habit you have to own
When you're all alone
With nowhere to go
They ain't already told ya
Written by: Darci Ricciardi, Jeff Ilgenfritz
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