Jump Little Children I Can Feel You
Born to the red rising sun A silver ring and a bottle of rum The lonesome coup is nothing new i'll toast it anyway just for fun how could we know about this? She gave that little ring a twist She swelled up and cried as if something has died I felt it slip right through my fist The ivy on the wrought iron gate I'm beginning to like at any rate The wind in the trees sing my decrees You know of 'another' till we wait CHORUS I can feel you When you're 500 miles away or if you're in the next room I can feel you yeah yeah A flat bed on a dusty road A rusty red and a heavy load Sometimes it's fast and sometimes it's trash But it's as loud as the rooster crows It goes ahead a mile, in that cigarette redneck style Across the line on highway 9 I haven't seen you in quite a while CHORUS ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooooo ahh I'll take the quickest way Across the river by the rolls of hay The local farms are such a charm The apple tress and the dapple gray Born to the red rising sun A silver ring and a bottle of rum The lonesome coup is nothing new I'll toast it anyway just for fun CHORUS (x2) ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oooahh ...
