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Jacob Vincent
Jacob Vincent
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Brandon Dodd
Brandon Dodd
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Brock Carey
Brock Carey
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Jeff McCormack
Jeff McCormack
Мастеринг-инженер

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I know how to skip, every stoplight in this town Guess it ain't hard to do when there's only one of them around Lived here for seventy years, built a house and raised the kids Now we'll pack it up in boxes, let the auctioneer take the bids I've seen plenty of old friends, come and go Every blade of grass in the lawn the seed I sowed Each harvest watched my mother work her hands to the bone This wasn't just a house, it was my home And out on Blackwood Road I wake up when the rooster crows It ain't easy to leave behind Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair Out on Blackwood Road Spent harsh winters by the fire, and every autumn in the leaves But now the sold sign is up, it's almost time to leave And I'll miss the long driveway that I paved on my own This wasn't just a house, it was my home And out on Blackwood Road I wake up when the rooster crows It ain't easy to leave behind Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair Out on Blackwood Road, out on Blackwood Road And out on Blackwood Road, wake up when the rooster crows It ain't easy to leave behind Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair Out on Blackwood Road, out on Blackwood Road
Writer(s): Jacob Vincent Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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