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Gilby Clarke - Hunting Dogs Gilby Clarke - Hunting Dogs |
| Hunting Dogs
Yeah...
The day the music died I cried
The future was so bright
Never surrendered with fear in my eyes
This human story`s told, with a couple of friends and a smoke
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
When the colors fade away,
It's so hard to hide the pain
This is my generation, so natural to hate
Never had so much to lose, mid-day coffee blues
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
If only I could stop this room
From spinning around,
I'm so confused
I`d wake up and clear my head, remember why I'm in this bed
It really hurts to imagine everything so cold
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Just the blues Joe...
If only I could stop this room
From spinning around,
I'm so confused
I`d wake up and clear my head, remember why I'm in this bed
It really hurts to imagine the song you never wrote
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Oh, hunting dogs don't kill their own
Oh, the pain, the pain, you hunting dog, you...
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Oh the pain, the pain, you hunting dog, you...
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Just the blues Joe...
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