Lyrics : I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow Knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow To keep me away To keep me away from home Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors! They're comin' from the woods! Oh! They're comin' from the woods! And mama you're running too Oh! My mama, you're running too Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn I've been holding onto the gold When letting go would free my hand And I've been tying your tongue in a knot Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot To wrap this death To wrap this death in a sheet Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors! They're comin' from the woods! Oh! They're comin' from the woods! And mama you're running too Oh! My mama, you're running too Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore There were too many heavy boots There were too many heavy boots There were too many big black boots And there were too many little brown shoes Marching through So I'm counting it to the sky Oh! I'm counting it to the sky And moving back to face the lack of home
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A great classic, I love that song.
I love you, thank you for create this music.
Lyrics :
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
Knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
To keep me away
To keep me away from home
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death
To wrap this death in a sheet
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes
Marching through
So I'm counting it to the sky
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
And moving back to face the lack of home
This song put words to my life. In a metaphotical way. But also yes...heavy boots. And lil brown shoes. What did she mean?
Yeah.... youve been saving it
Wow its crazy this song only has 11 comments. What? Haha
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Where is the pirate?!?!
Where is the pirate....
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BaG EL ... ❤❤❤❤
Ive asked you like
...whatever....
What happened to the pirate.. its all mom shit now
its not shit, she's allowed to evolve into whoever she feels as a woman.