Letras ... Explicit Lyrics. Folk song. from the 70's. Determined & positive. ...Explicit Lyrics. Folk song. from the 70's. Determined & positive. Male voice, folk guitar & rhythm.
Il y avait trop de dope hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.On peut sentir les vents errantsSoufflant dans nos cheveux de montagneSur ces anciennes routes, le monde se réveille.Il y avait trop de fantôme hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.As-tu déjà vu cette routeIl y avait trop d’amour hier soir !Montre-moi ce que tu as, ce que tu as.
Letras ... Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, ...Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, piano & rhythm section. Suggested for romance.
There’s a place down the street
Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home
Letras ... French song about alcohol like a New-Orleans jazz march. Swaying, ...French song about alcohol like a New-Orleans jazz march. Swaying, lazy & funny. Male voice, drum, accordion, trombone, trumpet like a marching band.
Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille Il traîne son chien et son mégot Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne
Poussière, poussière
Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille Chauffe le feu de son mégot Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien
Poussière, poussière
Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil La peur se glisse sous la peau Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine
Poussière, poussière
Specks of dust
The vagabond drags his bottle He drags his dog and his stub He drags a life which is his own
Dust, dust Heat the wine of his bottle Heat the fire of his stub Heat the life of his old dog
Dust, dust Sleep escapes as the night comes Fear slips under the skin Scratches the wounds where sleeps the pain Dust, dust
Letras ... Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, ...Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, piano & rhythm section.
IDLE HOURVERSE There’s a place down the street
Where my friends congregate And when we sit on those bar stools We’re not alone 10 am the lights are on Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong And we’re drowning those memories One by one CHORUS You can meet me at the idle hour Where the juke box plays all those country songs If you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone With too many reasons not to go back home
VERSE The neon lights are bright Even tho it’s past midnight And the band’s packed up and moved on Stare at the clock on the wall Bartender says last call And I start missin’ her most of all
CHORUS So, you can meet me at the idle hour Where the juke box plays all those country songs So if you’re tryin’ to hang on To a love that’s dead and gone With too many reasons not to go back home Too many reasons not to go back home
