The Civil Wars. My Father's Father (Live). Zeneszám

I hear something hanging on the wind
I see black smoke up around the bend
I got my ticket
I want to go home

The leaves have changed since I were to leave
Since the last time the train came through
I got my ticket and I want to go home

My father's Father's blood is on the track
A sweet refrain of sin from the past
I got my ticket and I'm going to go home

The winding roads that led me here
Burn like coal and dry like tears
So here's my hope
My tired soul
So here's my ticket
I want to go home
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