David Bazan

The Ballad Of Pedro Y Blanco
Tryin' to find a place in this mess And pair off with the one that you like the best Right away you're out looking for food Wonderin' if you both made the wrong move Look out, here come two little ones And peace in the valley a few days a month Tremblin' a little, I wait to be found By a fisherman's daughter with her overalls down Singin' They don't make 'em like this anymore They don't make 'em like this anymore Anymore Kids are grown and we're hitting our stride Both in love and the money's alright Lucky and careful we dodged our worst fears But not much of the pain we heaped on each other for all those years Singin' They don't make 'em like this anymore They don't make 'em like this anymore Because they don't make 'em like this anymore Anymore Dreamin' on in a hospital bed I'm holding her hand and kissing her head Kids and grandkids in unison howl Put down your guitar, go enjoy her right now From Letras Mania