Nhạc sĩ: Margo Price, Rodney Crowell, Jeremy Ivey
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
There's a sweet wind blowing through the desert tonight.
Can't you hear the old sailor man's roar?
Roar!
All we got for the edge of morning
finds the light I can't give you what I gave before.
Memory is the buried treasure of the mind.
I remember I withheld from the star.
Now I'm leaving the scene,
let the blues wash me clean,
and I'm sorry about your broken heart.
I'll take a cross steep to nowhere on a one way red-eyed flight.
Before the sun comes up and all hell breaks loose tonight.
Blues burned out,
long hair,
blind drinking love's on my mind.
Come this time tomorrow I'll be long gone on a red-eyed flight.
Well
I don't know who you think you are.
Best sure know who I ain't.
And I don't give a damn who you think you am.
But you sure as hell ain't no saint.
Ten years of sweet talk hanging in the air.
Lying like a dog on the floor.
This won't be the last time that you crash and burn,
but I ain't gonna be here no more.
I'll take a cross steep to nowhere on a one way red-eyed flight.
Before the sun comes up and all hell breaks loose tonight.
Blues burned out,
long hair,
blind drinking love's on my mind.
Come this time tomorrow I'll be long gone on a red-eyed flight.