When I was just A Young Kid
Easin down the road
Low - Cut green bushes, and
Barbwire fences along
A skull Print on my back
And dark clouds chasin my head
High - Cut green boots, and
Red wool socks Ran into the woods
Ref
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line In Front of Leihra Night skies
And with A scar on my left eye
I decided to take the right Hand road Slicked back my dark hair
Laced up my black boots, and
Started runnin from you
Ref
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line In Front of Leihra Night skies
Bridge
And with the eyes of my Mother I
Saw whats beyond the mountain side
And with the back of my Father I
Stepped into the liquid with you
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When I was just A Young Kid
Easin down the road
Low - Cut green bushes, and
Barbwire fences along
A skull Print on my back
And dark clouds chasin my head
High - Cut green boots, and
Red wool socks Ran into the woods
Ref
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line In Front of Leihra Night skies
And with A scar on my left eye
I decided to take the right Hand road Slicked back my dark hair
Laced up my black boots, and
Started runnin from you
Ref
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line In Front of Leihra Night skies
Bridge
And with the eyes of my Mother I
Saw whats beyond the mountain side
And with the back of my Father I
Stepped into the liquid with you
Easin down the road
Low - Cut green bushes, and
Barbwire fences along
A skull Print on my back
And dark clouds chasin my head
High - Cut green boots, and
Red wool socks Ran into the woods
Ref
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line In Front of Leihra Night skies
And with A scar on my left eye
I decided to take the right Hand road Slicked back my dark hair
Laced up my black boots, and
Started runnin from you
Ref
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line In Front of Leihra Night skies
Bridge
And with the eyes of my Mother I
Saw whats beyond the mountain side
And with the back of my Father I
Stepped into the liquid with you
Writer: Daniel Gilt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid