Rising Tide Songtext
von Alabama 3

I′m gonna find a quiet bar, get a bottle of rye
I'm gonna find a quiet bar, get a bottle of rye
I′m gonna drink it all down and break down and cry
She left me this morning and I don't know why
Oh Lord, I can't stop this rising tide
Oh Lord, I can′t stop this rising tide


She left me this morning with a ′Dear John' note
Lying on the bedstead yeah, that′s all she wrote
She left me for another guy, I ain't never never gonna know why
And now I can′t stop

Oh Lord, I can't stop this rising tide
Oh Lord, I can′t stop this rising tide

Lord, I can't stop this rising tide
Lord, I can't stop this rising tide