, come on Keep the light on Been gone so long, my jeans are faded I?ve seen this world man, it?s over rated, come on Yeah baby, keep the light on 'Cause
I?m coming home come on Keep the light on Call my folks and call the papers I?m on my way and this time im staying Come on keep the light on Cause
on Keep the light on Call my folks and call the papers I'm on my way and this time im staying Come on keep the light on Cause I'm coming home tonight
Traducció: Cascades del whisky. Mantingui el llum encesa.
the scene (scene) Got your name in lights But they never spell it right Keep it together, feel better, get some whiskey at the store Falling over in the bathroom on
the mutha fuckin' wheels fall off Hope those wheels ain't made of stone Five in the mornin' and I still ain't home Man, I'm tore like never before On
freight And they blew on their paper cups And stared through the steam Then they drank half a bottle Of ragpicker's dream where The Whiskey keeps following
in never conform I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form Dead leaves on the trees in spring can't hear the birds sing A light powdered snow on
what you want to hear Until you fall in love then he disappears My faith couldn't take the Weight When the weight of the world Falls square on your
clear as a church bell ringin' a mile away Sweet as watermelon on a warm sunny day Pure as homemade whiskey Strong as a bluebird's song Baby keep on
back whiskey heads feeling mellow Few more hours 'til we storm the next county Bar tender said that on my head there is a bounty Another night another sticky situation I travel light
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news You carry the burden as an excuse To keep the pressure on, so you don't fall off Seem to love the usual vices Gonna
whiskey, Pancho drank the wine Hell yea He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine Hell yea (Cypress Hill) Yea, send all, and fall back And who wrote on
'll cry in my bed, thinking about all the shit that made me wrong in my head. I keep trying to climb but it seems so steep, pour myself a fuckin whiskey
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news You carry the burden as an excuse To keep the pressure on, so you don't fall off Seem to love the usual vices, gonna
you want to hear Until you fall in love then he disappears My faith couldn't take the Weight When the weight of the world Falls square on your
