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Paroles de la chanson Bedrooms In The Sky par HARDY
[HARDY]
Concrete creeps, old trees fall
Whether we like it or not, the blacktops and parking lots are gonna cover it all
It might take a thousand years, hell, I pray it's even more
Oh, but eventually BFE won't be the country anymore
[HARDY]
One of these days, a bomb's gonna drop, a rock's gonna hit, the grid'll go down
One of these days, we're all gonna crawl from a hole in the ground
[HARDY]
Concrete creeps, old trees fall
Whether we like it or not, the blacktops and parking lots are gonna cover it all
It might take a thousand years, hell, I pray it's even more
Oh, but eventually BFE won't be the country anymore
[HARDY]
One of these days, a bomb's gonna drop, a rock's gonna hit, the grid'll go down
One of these days, we're all gonna crawl from a hole in the ground
[HARDY]
And somebody's gonna learn how to hunt, somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna turn some dirt, then pray for rain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town
When the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around
[Stephen Wilson Jr., HARDY]
I'm talkin' 'bout a flint rock fire, a house built outta hand-cut boards
I'm talkin' no store for liquor, so you gotta go figure out how to make it outta corn
Then a bar and church goes up and a main street down
And just like that they're back livin' in a small town
Somebody's gonna turn some dirt, then pray for rain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town
When the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around
[Stephen Wilson Jr., HARDY]
I'm talkin' 'bout a flint rock fire, a house built outta hand-cut boards
I'm talkin' no store for liquor, so you gotta go figure out how to make it outta corn
Then a bar and church goes up and a main street down
And just like that they're back livin' in a small town
[HARDY & Stephen Wilson Jr.]
Where somebody's gonna learn how to hunt, somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town
But when the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around
[HARDY & Stephen Wilson Jr.]
With a chip on its shoulder, back for revenge
Until the concrete takes back over and it happens all over again
And when it happens all over again
[HARDY & Stephen Wilson Jr.]
Somebody's gonna learn how to hunt
Somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky
You can swallow up my little town
But when the shitty hits the fan and the world's just land
Country's gonna come back around
Country's gonna come back around
Country's gonna come back around
[HARDY]
It always does
It always does
Somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky
You can swallow up my little town
But when the shitty hits the fan and the world's just land
Country's gonna come back around
Country's gonna come back around
Country's gonna come back around
[HARDY]
It always does
It always does
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