, yeah Am I the one you were sent to save? It came upon me wave on wave Wave on wave Wave on wave And it came upon me wave on wave You're the reason
the one you were sent to save When you came upon me wave on wave. Wave on wave Wave on wave And you came upon me wave on wave You're the reason I'm
翻訳: パットグリーン. 波の波.
(Pat Green) Born lucky, I guess Didn't hurt that I was in the right place At the right time too. That girl she was dandelion beautiful, Damn she was
s eyes Sunlight, always shining on my shoulder While the storm rages on deep inside And it seems so hard To keep it all together When the walls are fallin' down On
(Pat Green) Hello California, Sure is strange to be here today. What's a boy from down in Austin Doin' in the city of angels anyway? So won't ya come
(Pat Green) A thick plush blue carpet at my feet A peacock stained glass window staring back at me A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway
(Pat Green) If I was the devil I'd hang out in blue eye, Missouri Where the water and the mountain collide I'd scare all the little children And rumble
(Pat Green) We must be headed in the wrong direction Cause there's nothing but pain out there I heard you say something about the cross upon your back
Love ain't waiting on a guy like me So put me on a cool river Take my worries from me Fly me high on the big blue sky Well there's no one here but me
(Pat Green) Finally free Finally gone Finally breathing again Finally back out on my own Finally here In an otherwise empty room Where there's no
(Pat Green) Pouring rain, cracked front window I turned off my radio and reached for my boot For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask To take a drink
I hold I look down and I'm on streets of gold After all the mud along the way And sometimes the big old mystery Just leans right on me And whispers that
(Pat Green) Might stand out in the wind Out on Mustang Island Might stay up all night Hangin' out with Hank Williams and cryin' I slept out on the
it business to keep food in my tummy Tha ghetty ghetty green on them 20's riding clean 'Cause paper chasing just I'm like a fiend It's yo boy Project Pat
