| | 40 Years Lyrics Artist(Band):Counting Crows
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here They stalk on a circle I've never been blessed with elephant's memory I'm riding a red line nowhere REFRAIN If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain I was born in a good home Where the rising cost of raising children Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me I'm filled with the white noise Well I never did much of anything anyway Jump n a big train nowhere on a big train nowhere REFRAIN I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children I wanna get me a good wife, with a garden, garden, garden, garden And I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television I'll start me a new life somewhere I was born on a warm night On the right coast, southeastern America Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear I'll fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in the ocean somewhere If you find some error in 40 Years Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to jayjo328@netscape.net for submitting the lyrics. Review the song 40 Years The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Counting Crows" Music | |
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