VHS Collection - Far Hills Cider текст песни

Rushing, Gambling’s just begun
I’m holding, holding, feels gun
And I shoot myself
Down
I played better off this shelf
Happy as the man whi can laugh at himself
And I shoot myself
Down
As I fall, I do recall
I remenice of days I miss
And it goes like this…
Far Hills Cider
Far Hills Cider
Far Hills Cider
It’s like one more time
I am not a prodigal son
But the forbidden fruit is on my tounge
And I found myself
A crown
Where on me when days are longer
I traded cider for something stronger
And I numb myself
Down
I don’t know about this song
It’s a son of a bitch, if you get it wrong
But it goes like this…
Far Hills Cider
For like one more time
Far Hills Cider
For like one more time
Ohhhh it’s a long road
So come back to me, back to me, babe
Ohhhh it’s a long road
So come back to me, back to me, babe
Far Hills Cider
Far Hills Cider
Far Hills Cider
For like one more time
Far Hills Cider
For like one more time
Far Hills Cider
For like one more time
Far Hills Cider
For like one more time