Letras
I read about your death in the paper
When I was buying tomato seed
Been waking up early on Sundays
Wearing my pants out at the knee
Watching that big old sun drop its head
Seeing my pain horses run
Watch 'em run
Hot water
Turning cold
Hot water
Turning cold
I know we've been through a lot of changes
Since 1964
Carrying our flowers to the barricades
Watching them cops kick down the door
And a ghost can come back and haunt you
Burning down the wire
Down the wire
Hot water
Turning cold
Hot water
Turning cold
And sometimes I think about
Oh them doceys and them does
Other nights I lie
And I hear that whistle blow
I read about your death in the paper
When I was buying tomato seed
Been waking up early on Sundays
Watching my soil breathe
Watching that big old sun drop its head
Seeing my pain horses foam
Watch 'em foam
Hot water
Turning cold
Hot water
Turning cold
Hot water
Turning cold