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Karaokê Riding Out The Storm - Rodney Crowell

Esta música é uma versão de Riding Out The Storm, popularizada por Rodney Crowell

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 83 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Dó

Duração: 04:33 - Visualizar: 02:59

Ano de lançamento: 2003
Estilos: Country, Rock, Em inglês
Autor Original: Rodney Crowell

Todos os arquivos disponíveis para download são playbacks, e não as músicas originais.

Letra Riding Out The Storm

The New York city winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel
The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel
Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed
And the ghost of who he might have been lives on
Inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black
He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete
And he lies sleeping with an angel
While his heart pretends to beat
Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
I offered him my winter coat politely he refused
Like an educated man he spoke
With words I seldom use
He said I don't need pity for these choices are my own
He bowed his head just slightly and then quietly moved along
Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
Well it's not like he's a victim of this homeless life he stalks
Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks
Riding out the storm means yesterday's already spent
Tomorrow don't mean nothing it won't even make a dent
Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
Ooh ooh ooh
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