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sábado, 7 de abril de 2018

Día del Refresco


"Letter In The Mail"

If I could go down now while the whole town is sleeping
See the sun creeping up on the hill
I know the river and the railroad would run through the valley still
I guess it never was much to look at, just a one-horse town
The kind of place young people want to leave today
Store fronts pretty much boarded up
Main Street pretty much closed down
The church bell still rings on Sunday, old folks still go
The young ones listen on the radio
SATURDAY night nothing but a stray dog running wild like nobody's child

And little by little, light after light, that's how it died
They say you never go home again, that's no lie
Its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail
It's a matter of time until you can do a little bit better time

It used to be part of the heartland, awful proud and strong
But deep, deep down peaceful and serene
When people used to talk about the country that's what they used to mean
I might go down come the weekend, go on my own
Drop off Annie and the baby, maybe drive alone
Pay my last respects to a time that has all but gone
We said, Mama come look at the mountain, fire in the sky
It's lit up like the Fourth of July
The mill burning down, the jobs leaving town, the trains rolling by

And little by little, light after light, that's how it died
They say you never go home again, that's no lie
Its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail
It's a matter of time until you can do a little bit better time


Empezando junio de 2010 (con tranquilidad)

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