letra de wise blood - counting crows
i’m an outcast that no one can save anymore
and the days of my youth, have all long gone by now
i was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to
or a ride downtown to some god forsaken land
one sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
but they held me down so long christ i almost drowned
yeah i was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
so i kicked and i screamed
’till i tore myself lose from all these great big hands oh yeah
chorus:
wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows
wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind
my mommma, she turned around and said
“little boy you better wake up….cause your a walking dead”
oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
she just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind
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