Lying on his death bed
Rolling up his eyes
Reaching out his hands
I felt his fingers in mine
I open up my mouth to speak
It suddenly went dry
The air became too hard to breathe
I started to cry
Started back on Friday
The words I still recall
“Don’t go inside the rising sun
Your boys are too small”
Ignoring everything he said
We hammered on the door
When finally we came to leave
A price takes its toll
Down on the street
The running sounds of feet
Everybody’s trying to get insidе
To see what [?]
Hit ‘em on the left
Covеr ‘em on he right
Everybody tried to make it home
Can’t find a way tonight
You drank up all the liquor
You drank most of the wine
You’ve been with all the women
Now it comes to paying time
I do believe I heard a sound
A flash before my eyes
I watched him hit the ground
There was a gun by his side
(Ah-ahh)
Down in the street
The running sounds of feet
Everybody’s trying to get inside
To see what [?]
Hit ‘em on the left
Cover ‘em on the right
Everybody gather, find a way
Gotta make your way home tonight
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Titanic Lyrics – One Night in Eagle Rock