Kenny Wayne Shepherd Born With A Broken Heart
Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps getting stronger, like a slow rolling train Watch it run Oh, why do the good die young Burning like a shooting star Born with a broken heart Off in the distance, it was calling my name So I took me a ride, on that slow rolling train It still runs But it seems that the good die young Playing on that sad guitar Born with a broken heart Burning like a shooting star Born with a broken heart Seems it was over, before it begun Killed by a bullet, from a six-string gun Bang a drum Oh, why do the good die young Riding in a long black car Born with a broken heart Playing on that sad guitar Born with a broken heart Burning like a shooting star Born with a broken heart
