Uncle Tupelo - Sin City Lyrics

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What Are The Lyrics For Sin City By Uncle Tupelo?
This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in If you've got some money to burn. (So) Take it home right away, You've got three years to pay But Satan is waiting his turn. This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house. It seems like this whole town's insane. On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain. The scientists say It'll all wash away But we don't believe any more Cause we've got our recruits And our green mohair suits So please show you ID At the door. This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house. It seems like this whole town's insane. On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain. A friend came around. Tried to clean up this town. His ideas made some people mad. Cause he trusted his crowd, So he spoke right out loud, And they lost the best friend they had. This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house. It seems like this whole town's insane. On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain. On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain. On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain. |
Who Wrote Sin City By Uncle Tupelo?
Christopher Hillman, Gram Parsons
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What's The Duration Of The Sin City By Uncle Tupelo?The duration of Sin City is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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