I was born in a valley way down by the fire
I was caught in a hallelujah
C'mon down girl
C'mon down sweet child
C'mon down oh I'll bless your soul
With this water...now you're Golden
Oh Girl You're Gold!
I was born back in time, back of the Cadillac
As my daddy drove with Jesus saying where the stage at
He'd be making all donations from the bodies all broken
While we'd sit back in that cadi,
Ain't the good book we're smoking
Now my hearts with the devil, my music the soul
My daddy said believers just get outta control
We all grew up drinking...holy water
Now keep your lamps burning like lambs to the slaughter!
Oh girl you're golden
C'mon girl be gold!
Golden Video (MV)
Performed By: Die Wolwedans
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Eugene Jeursen, Jason Cramer, Mark McMahon, Paul Brown
Die Wolwedans - Golden Lyrics
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I was born in a valley way down by the fire
I was caught in a hallelujah
C'mon down girl
C'mon down sweet child
C'mon down oh I'll bless your soul
With this water...now you're Golden
Oh Girl You're Gold!
I was born back in time, back of the Cadillac
As my daddy drove with Jesus saying where the stage at
He'd be making all donations from the bodies all broken
While we'd sit back in that cadi,
Ain't the good book we're smoking
Now my hearts with the devil, my music the soul
My daddy said believers just get outta control
We all grew up drinking...holy water
Now keep your lamps burning like lambs to the slaughter!
Oh girl you're golden
C'mon girl be gold!
I was caught in a hallelujah
C'mon down girl
C'mon down sweet child
C'mon down oh I'll bless your soul
With this water...now you're Golden
Oh Girl You're Gold!
I was born back in time, back of the Cadillac
As my daddy drove with Jesus saying where the stage at
He'd be making all donations from the bodies all broken
While we'd sit back in that cadi,
Ain't the good book we're smoking
Now my hearts with the devil, my music the soul
My daddy said believers just get outta control
We all grew up drinking...holy water
Now keep your lamps burning like lambs to the slaughter!
Oh girl you're golden
C'mon girl be gold!
Writer: Eugene Jeursen, Jason Cramer, Mark McMahon, Paul Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid