Crooked Kind of Free Songtext
von Thomas Csorba
Crooked Kind of Free Songtext
I′ve seen every mountain beside the Rio Grande
I've trekked through the canyons, I′m a sad old rotten man
I've seen desperate faces of children in fear
When must someone tell me how we whined up here
Bloodstains on your cuff links
You say that's how it′s gotta be
Forsaken friends and families
Well, that′s a crooked kind of free
A crooked kind of free, free, free
That there is my brother on the other side of that line
Man, when you put 'em down, it sends shivers down my spine
These days, it′s getting harder every night to get some sleep
And someone's search for power, another′s made weak
Bloodstains on your cuff links
You say that's how it′s gotta be
Forsaken friends and families
Well, that's a crooked kind of free
A crooked kind of free, free, free
There are days when I fear I'm just the same
It′s in the water of the land from which I came
From which I came
Well, I am just a poor boy, singing songs for a buck of change
I may seem to whisper softly, but, it′s bursting through my veins
So listen, listen closely, treat your neighbor with care
'Cause boy, it′s an uphill climb, and kindness will get us there
Boy, it's an uphill climb, but kindness will get us there
I've trekked through the canyons, I′m a sad old rotten man
I've seen desperate faces of children in fear
When must someone tell me how we whined up here
Bloodstains on your cuff links
You say that's how it′s gotta be
Forsaken friends and families
Well, that′s a crooked kind of free
A crooked kind of free, free, free
That there is my brother on the other side of that line
Man, when you put 'em down, it sends shivers down my spine
These days, it′s getting harder every night to get some sleep
And someone's search for power, another′s made weak
Bloodstains on your cuff links
You say that's how it′s gotta be
Forsaken friends and families
Well, that's a crooked kind of free
A crooked kind of free, free, free
There are days when I fear I'm just the same
It′s in the water of the land from which I came
From which I came
Well, I am just a poor boy, singing songs for a buck of change
I may seem to whisper softly, but, it′s bursting through my veins
So listen, listen closely, treat your neighbor with care
'Cause boy, it′s an uphill climb, and kindness will get us there
Boy, it's an uphill climb, but kindness will get us there
Writer(s): Beau Bedford, Thomas Csorba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com