Letra de Dry Lightning - Bruce Springsteen
Letra de canci�n de Dry Lightning de Bruce Springsteen lyrics
I threw my robe on in the morning
Watched the ring on the stove turn red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
Pulled on my boots and made the bed
Screen door hangin� off its hinges
Kept bangin� me awake all night
As I look out the window
The only thing in sight
Is dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind.
I chased the heat of her blood
Like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit
Into the evening pale
Her appaloosa�s
Kickin� in the corral smelling rain
There�s a low thunder rolling
�Cross the mesquite plain
But there�s just dry lightning on the horizon line
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It�s just dry lightning and you on my mind
I�d drive down to Alvarado Street
Where she�d dance to make ends meet
I�d spend the night over my gin
As she�d talk to her men
Well the piss yellow sun
Comes bringin� up the day
She said "Ain�t nobody can give nobody
What they really need anyway."
Well you get so sick of the fightin�
You lose your fear of the end
But I can�t lose your memory
And the sweet smell of your skin
And it�s just dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind
Watched the ring on the stove turn red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
Pulled on my boots and made the bed
Screen door hangin� off its hinges
Kept bangin� me awake all night
As I look out the window
The only thing in sight
Is dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind.
I chased the heat of her blood
Like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit
Into the evening pale
Her appaloosa�s
Kickin� in the corral smelling rain
There�s a low thunder rolling
�Cross the mesquite plain
But there�s just dry lightning on the horizon line
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It�s just dry lightning and you on my mind
I�d drive down to Alvarado Street
Where she�d dance to make ends meet
I�d spend the night over my gin
As she�d talk to her men
Well the piss yellow sun
Comes bringin� up the day
She said "Ain�t nobody can give nobody
What they really need anyway."
Well you get so sick of the fightin�
You lose your fear of the end
But I can�t lose your memory
And the sweet smell of your skin
And it�s just dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind