'Cause I can't hear a sound 'Cept my own sad story Can you hear me? Can you see me? Why is that so hard for you to do? Don't dispel me, girl, just tell
, I am tired Can I come home For the summer? I could slow down for a little while Get back to loving each other Leave all those long and lonesome miles behind Don't
can feel you here God willin' and the creek don't rise I'll be home again before this time next year Though I fear this fever won't break All my love
Are you still in love with me Like the way you used to be or is it changing? Is it deeper over time Like the river that is winding through the canyon?
couldn't choose a path worth taking There's nothin' in the world so sad as talking to a man Who never knew his life was his for making Ain't it about
beg and you plead Don't fill my heart with no pity What makes you think I'm gonna take you back again I ain't your repo man, I ain't your repo man Used
son Somewhere I can clear my head I was just kickin' along the sidewalk No one looks you in the eye No one asks you how you're doin' Don't seem to care
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills My baby's on a tear
Goin' out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see What was right in front of me? Wish I was wrong
Dreamin' of the day you're gonna pack your bags Put the miles away Oh, just grab your girl and go where no one knows you What will all the old folks
and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break... -
Oversættelse: Ray LaMontagne. Gud Willin '\u0026amp; The Creek Må ikke Rise.
'Cause I can't hear a sound Sept' my own sad story Can you hear me? Can you see me? Why is that so hard for you to do? Don't dispel me, girl Just tell
: Going out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see, What was right in front of me? Wish I was
it won't be long, 'Fore you come crawling on home. Like some old dog with your tail on the ground. I'm listenin' to your Beg and your Plead. Don't fill
borrow Dreaming of the day you're gonna pack your bags and put them miles away Oh just grab your girl and go where no one knows you What will all the