Ponderosa - Heather текст песни

How it makes her cry but I'm alive when the whiskey's around.

Oh Heather, sweet Heather. Oh how I'll never be quite the same.

How I never eat, I never see the sun drift out of sight.
If you could forget than I'm a wreck when I'm out on a line.

Oh Heather, sweet Heather. Oh how I'll never be quite the same.

Oh how I'll never be quite the same.



(Gracias a Jesús por esta letra)