Fiddler's Green
Days of yore
Well he hung all his wild years On a nail which he drove Through his wife's lovely forehead That he laid on their stove Then he looked for his matches And heated the heat And his soul clasped its hands 'Bout his deed Then he took two gallons Of gas in a can And doused everything in the house How nice it was burning But he didn't look back Never get caught in a trap And he felt the same old freedom He used to feel before In days of yore And his boss saw the muzzle Of his old army gun The trigger was pulled and he gone He was catching the glimpse Of forthcoming live Well, you've gotta be tough to survive Letras de canciones
And the earth kept on turning Like in days of yore As an old paltry man reached the shore And he felt like a little nothing But there was no more pain So he jumped and thought "Let's do it again" And he felt the same old freedom He used to feel before In days of yore And he felt the same old freedom He used to feel before As he died on the shore
From Letras Mania