Losing in front of your home crowd You wished the ground would open up And take you down And will time never pass Will time never pass For us
Your weary wife is walking away Your nephew is true, well, he thinks The world of you And I have to close my eyes
Losing in front of your home town The crowd call your name They love you All the same The sound, the smell, and the spray You will take them all away And they'll stay till the grave
Your weary wife is walking away Your nephew is true, well, he thinks The world of you And I have to close my eyes
Losing in your home town Hell is the bell That will not ring again You will return one day Oh, because of all the things That you see When your eyes close
Your weary wife walking away Your nephew is true He still thinks the world of you And I have to dry my eyes
Compositores: Alain Gordon Whyte (Alain Whyte) (PRS), Steven Morrisey (BMI)Editores: Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B V (BUMA), Barrow Gang (ASCAP), Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS)Publicado em 1995 e lançado em 2012 (27/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #1696413 e fonograma #6052390 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM