Drivin' n' Cryin' - Build a Fire Lyrics

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What Are The Lyrics For Build a Fire By Drivin' n' Cryin'?
What's new what's goin' through
Bored with the American holstered blues Peace signs on just about everything Don't know where to turn or what they say So won't you let me, come on through Won't you love, sing along Won't you come, to build a fire Start a new, something blue Won't you come, to build a fire Come back its been trap Steal your color, steal your snap High-school girls in camouflage Don't know where to end or where to start So won't you let me, come on through Won't you love, sing along Won't you come, to build a fire Start a new, something blue Won't you come to build a fire Solo True-blue I know its you Holes in my pockets, holes in my shoes If he's so square he knows nothing at all Then how come he's the only one with the ball So won't you let me, come on through Won't you give me, something new (well ya found out) Won't you love, sing along Won't you come, to build a fire Start a new, something blue Won't you come, to build a fire Start again, to the end Won't you come, to build a fire Talkin', turn around, take your body to the wall Walk West a thousand steps, take ya on now far to rest Walk East sign of piece, meager now so tired of me Turn around and head on South, tell ya what it all about To build a fire To build a fire |
Who Wrote Build a Fire By Drivin' n' Cryin'?
Buren Fowler, Jeff Sullivan, Kevin Gerard Kinney, Tim Nielsen
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