Artist: Counting Crows Album: N/A (0000) Title: 40 Years
Lyrics 40 YearsI was born in the jungle With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here today Stalk on a circle Well, I've never been blessed with an elephant memory I'm riding a red line nowhere.
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain.
I was born in a good home Where the rising cost of raising children Was not a factor And you can't believe the things it does to me I'm filled with the white noise Well, I never did much of anything anyway Jump on a big train nowhere.
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain.
I wanna buy me a good heart And a conscience And maybe raise some children I wanna get me a good wife And a garden, garden, garden, garden And I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television I'll start me a new life somewhere.
Well, I was born on a warm night On the right coast, southeastern America Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear And I'll fly me a white plane over water Over blue and green and Land in the ocean somewhere.
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need, sir If it takes 40 years, well, I'll walk that thunder Yeah, yeah, and I'll walk that rain, yeah I'll walk that rain Come on now Now give me the thunder, give me that thunder Give me the rain, yeah I'll walk that rain I'll walk the thunder and the rain. |