Lyrics

Spin my tires Start my fires I will wade on through. Castle red I'll be dead Long before you. I will die a poor man Covered in dust, Dreaming of you. Tip toes Plain clothes I am a closed hand. Chipped brow Somehow, I hope you understand. I will die a poor man Covered in dust, Dreaming of you. I will die a poor man Covered in dust, Dreaming of you.
Writer(s): Andy Shauf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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