Letras
Say I have been on seven
'Til them chains come undone
Fighting a battle that you've already won
Saying, hey, hey, momma
Look at me
Standing down on 12th Street
Pocket full of misery
Fast cars and bad luck
Well, they never were
Your friends
The whiskey and the lighting
Will it drive you around again?
You were singin'
Hey, hey, momma
Look at me
Standing down on 12th Street
Pocket full of misery
Back down in Texas
Where they all knew your name
Seven come 11
And 'em angels sing
They were singng
Hey, hey, momma
Look at me
Standing down on 12th Street
Pocket full of misery
They where singing
Hey, hey, momma
Take a look at me
Standing down on 12th Street
Pocket full of misery