Текст (слова) песни: Ty England - Collect From Wichita
It`s raining cats and dogs At a dinner outside of Wichita Out of money out of breath I`m out here in the great Midwest
It ain`t like you`ll walk through that door A thousand miles form Baltimore But if you did you`d see a man He`s drowning in the Promised Land
And all this time I`ve just been drifting And I ain`t got nothing left I`ve been bent and I`ve been twisted Into this state of common sense My back is up against the wall Hopin` that you`ll take this call Collect from Wichita
I left Dunston Road in a cloud of dust Screaming black and furious With slivers in my hand and feet From pieces of our shattered dreams
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