Testo The Dropouts - Old 97's
Testo della canzone The Dropouts (Old 97's), tratta dall'album Twelfth
Dropouts, paid in alcohol
Late night long shots at the bar
Waiting and waiting and waiting on a phone call
My one true love is this cheap guitar
Everybody's flying in a harmony rocket
Everybody's sleeping on a hardwood floor
You got two two-dollar bills in your pocket
You've got no idea when you'll get more
But that's alright, it's going down downtown
We got nothing, but nothing's good enough for the dropouts
Buildings made of bricks and mortar
Mockingbirds up in the sky
Man, I hated going to high school
All I wanted was to learn how to fly
But that's alright, turns out you don't need wings
When you've got whiskey and guitar strings
About midnight, we gon' get real loud
We got nothing, but nothing's good enough for the dropouts
In a parallel universe, everybody's wasted
In another life where we all live
In the straight world, everybody thinks we've lost it
Oh, but we all see what a joke it is
I know you, even if I don't know your name
The real world can be really lame
You gotta make your own sunshine when you're underground
We got nothing, but nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing's good enough for the dropouts
We're the dropouts
We're the dropouts
We're the dropouts
Oh yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Murry Hammond, Philip Wayne Peeples, Kendall Dewayne Bethea, Stewart Ransom Ii Miller
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