Lletres: Mother Hips. Shootout. Picture Of Him.

He stands in a meadow
In a deep green valley
A flock of fleesey sheep all around him
You hear him call your name, sweetly calling
And then you feel bad about me
He can see you falling
Ain't it a shame
wah wah wah, wah wah wah ah

I close my eyes and I dream of the beach where I met you
The summer sun had bleached your hair the color of the sand

In your car I made you cry by telling you what I needed to do to fill my own plan
And there can be no denyin'
The reason you're cryin'
Is the moments we spent together can't send you away from me

He stands in a meadow
In a deep green valley
A flock of fleesey sheep all around him
You hear him call your name, sweetly calling
And then you feel bad about me
He can see you fallin'
Ain't it a shame
wah wah wah, wah wah wah ah