7 acessos
An ordinary son
(bonamassa/hughes)
Hold my head up high
Now i see you, drying off your eyes
Four seasons, temper all my pain
And i have been sheltered... i accept the blame
For the tumblin' dice
I put my ego aside
With fire and anger
I've shadowboxed you all my life
Bring it on yourself, bring it on me
Wrapped up in a box because there is nothing left for free
Gonna' dig a hole, gonna' fall in the dirt
Gonna' redeem myself and rise upon the earth
And i feel, like the time has come
All i ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son
Know the wounds run deep
But i take solace, knowing that hill is not so steep
Pale white cigarette, barn full of hay
But i knew i should't have been there anyway
Gone is the shadow that was cast over
And i just want to live in tranquility
And i believe that we will
Overcome
All the courageous
And all the forgiveness
Walk with me
Walk with me
So thank you for tending our survival
'cause i know that i took that bread from our table