Steve Lucas, The Rising Tide все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Love can be hurtful, babe, so lonesome and blue.
So only the sweetest love, is what I offer you.
Where ever you wander, should ever you call,
You know I’ll be there for you, baby.
Body and soul…

Life can be oh so hard, capricious and cruel,
But if I know anything, baby, you’re nobody’s fool.

She said my love for you is dead babe, my love for you is dead and gone. She said my love for you is dead babe, is dead, is dead, is dead and gone. So get your things together, !t’s time that you were moving on.
She said I know that you’re a good man, and a good man’s hard to find. Yes I know that you’re a good man, and a good man’s hard to find, But I’m not sentimental, I’ve got a bad man on my mind.
Take that shot of whiskey, and think on what I’m saying. Why don’t you take that shot of whiskey, and maybe think on what I’m saying. You can drink the whole damn bottle, If it will help to ease your pain. Yeah.
She said I know that you’re a good man, and a good man’s hard to find. Yes I know that you’re a good man, and a good man’s hard to find, But I’m not sentimental, I’ve got a bad man on my mind.
Take that shot of whiskey, and think on what I’m saying. Why don’t you take that shot of whiskey, and maybe think on what I’m saying. You can drink the whole damn bottle, If it will help to ease your pain. Yeah.

Brother pour me another, for I have a story to tell. Though it's nothing new every word of it's true, and you know it ain't gonna end well.
I gave my heart to another it's true she's up and gone. Guess I always knew that she would shoot through, you that it didn't take long.
Oh, woe, woe is me, have mercy on this mother's son. Oh, woe, disdain and misery, 'twas over before it had truly begun.
Make it a beer and a whiskey, I'll drink until I am stoned. Make it a jug, and a bottle to chug, I'm lonely, I'm lost and forlorn.
It's now, that she found another. It's true they both left me for dead. It must be weeks, since I've been to sleep, I'm tired and out of my head.
Oh, woe, woe is me, have mercy on this mother's son. Oh, woe, disdain and misery, 'twas over before it had truly begun.
So brother pour me another, say goddamn to sobriety. I can't bare to think, I need to drink, to put out this fire in me.
When I asked my darling, prey tell what did I do wrong? Well she said not a word, she just flipped me the bird, and left me to sing this here song.