Jason Isbell - Danko/Manuel Lyrics
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Danko/Manuel
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What Are The Lyrics For Danko/Manuel By Jason Isbell?
Let the night air cool you off
Tilt your head back and try to cough Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw Let the night air cool you off I ain't living like I should A little rest might do me good Got to sinking in the place where I once stood Now I ain't living like I should Can you hear that singing sounds like gold Maybe I can only hear it in my head Fifteen years ago they owned that road Now it's rolling over us instead Richard Manuel is dead God forbid you call their bluff Like the nightmares ain't enough Remember when we used to think that we were tough? God forbid you call their bluff First they make you out to be The only pirate on the sea They say Danko would have sounded just like me Is that the man you want to be? Can you hear that singing sounds like gold Maybe I could make it bigger overseas Fifteen years ago they owned this road Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave Something else you can't believe Can you hear that singing sounds like gold Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave Singing where to reap and when to sow When you've found another home you have to leave Something else you can't believe Something else you can't believe |
Who Wrote Danko/Manuel By Jason Isbell?
Jason Isbell
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What's The Duration Of The Danko/Manuel By Jason Isbell?The duration of Danko/Manuel is 6:45 minutes and seconds. |
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