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Data di rilascio: 30.11.2021
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Sometimes |
Sometimes it’s quiet in the middle of the night |
Sometimes it’s lonely |
Sometimes it’s alright |
But tonight the silence is louder than a train |
Sounding like my father’s voice calling out my name |
Boy, you just don’t realize what you’re risking |
Running up and down the tracks to hell and back again |
All you’ve got is family |
All you’ve got is time |
I hear it in the quiet in the middle of the night |
And the ghosts down those empty roads |
They all know my name |
The road from Tennessee |
It shakes and rattles to the bone |
The hills of Arkansas are filled with haunted lakes and ghosts |
Oh, and sometimes I hear them on those lonesome nights |
And sometimes they come out of the woods and up to the house |
Whispers in a forest carried through the fields |
Buried in the same dirt that they worked all those years |
All the sons and fathers |
All that went before |
I hear it when it’s quiet, right outside my door |
And the ghosts down those empty roads |
They all know my name |
The road from Tennessee |
It shakes and rattles to the bone |
The hills of Arkansas are filled with haunted lakes and ghosts |
Oh, and sometimes I hear them on those lonesome nights |
Oh, and sometimes I hear them call to me |
Boy, you must find your own way |
No man goes beyond his days |
You and your brothers watch out for each other always |
Sometimes it’s quiet in the middle of the night |
Sometimes it’s lonely |
Sometimes it’s alright |
But tonight the silence is louder than a train |
Sounding like my father’s voice calling out my name |
And the ghosts down those empty roads |
Yes, they know my name |
The road from Tennessee |
It shakes and rattles to the bone |
The hills of Arkansas are filled with haunted lakes and ghosts |
Oh, and sometimes I hear them on those lonesome nights |
And sometimes I hear them call to me |
Oh, and sometimes I hear them on those lonesome nights |
And sometimes I hear my father’s voice |
Say «You and your brothers watch out for each other always» |