Bobby Long - Borough mill | Текст песни

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Chained to a wounded gun again
Firing blood on blood
Lost among the empty spills
With a hound of hell in love
A saviour on the pickett line
Souls do crack and tears will roll
The odious sweat of the borough mill
So this time will take its toll
Far away, far away
To have the tide and turn
Far away, far away
To rush the day and learn
To rush the day and learn
As Edna plays the serenade
Faded to a black and tan
The coal draws black on chimney spires
For all those working man
She lost her love on old red brick
splitting up iron lungs
she's chained to a wounded gun again
And her boys were oh so young
Far away, far away
To have the tide and turn
Far away, far away
To rush the day and learn
To rush the day and learn

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