letra de walking back from willmar - charlie parr
ah, the steeple in the distance is lit by a neon cross
the steeple in the distance is lit by a neon cross
but when he got to the door for mercy’s sake
he found it to be locked
tony was a security officer down way down at the trailer yard
tony was a security officer down at the trailer yard
he lived in an abandoned reefer
at the far end of the trailer lot
sometimes he’d come to town, a stray dog trailing at his heels
sometimes he’d come to town, a stray dog trailing at his heels
all thе stray dogs love tony
he knows exactly how it feels
hе might ask you for some change, lord knows he’s a volunteer
he might ask you for some change, lord knows he’s a volunteer
keeping an eye out for his family
keeping all his close friends near
sleeping down on the cold ground, that will wear your muscles out
sleeping down on the cold cold ground is gonna wear your muscles out
there ain’t nothing colder than the agent’s heart
when he’s kicking you off that willmar shot
tony says he’ll tramp down south, yeah, but no one’s seen him make a move to leave
tony says he’ll tramp down south but no one’s seen him make a move to leave
he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles
how he’ll catch out next spring
the steeple in the distance, yeah it’s lit by a neon cross
that steeple in the distance, that one is lit by a neon cross
ah, you get to the door for mercy’s sake
you’ll find it to be locked
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