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One, two, three, four
– Een, zwee, dräi, véier
One, two
– Een, zwee
It’s a motorcycle drive-by
– Et ass E Motorrad Laanschtgoungen
Baby, dry your kind eyes
– Puppelchen, dréchent är frëndlech Aen
I think it’s about time we headed home
– Ech mengen Et Ass zäit datt mir heem fueren
Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
– Mat menge verdammte groussen Hoffnungen op Sou enke Seel ze goen
Country boys don’t die alone
– Land jongen stierwen net eleng
Reading poetry under shade trees
– Gedichter liesen ënner schiedbeem
That woman, she’s my baby
– Dës Fra, si ass Mäi Puppelchen
I will be in Richmond by tonight
– Ech wäert den Owend Zu Richmond sinn
With so much shame inside me
– Mat sou Vill Schimmt a Mir
I just want to hide me
– Ech wëll just verstoppen
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
– Awer si wëllen mech héieren meng Lidder ënner Liicht sangen
It’s a motorcycle drive-by
– Et ass E Motorrad Laanschtgoungen
Baby, dry your kind eyes
– Puppelchen, dréchent är frëndlech Aen
I think it’s about time we headed home
– Ech mengen Et Ass zäit datt mir heem fueren
Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
– Mat menge verdammte groussen Hoffnungen op Sou enke Seel ze goen
The country boys don’t die alone
– D ‘ Landjongen stierwen net eleng
Everyday’s so fleeting, and I have been trying to save it while I can
– Den Alldag ass sou flüchteg, an ech hunn et probéiert ze retten wärend ech kann
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
– Den Ausdrock op ärem Gesiicht, all dës waarm, fiicht Deeg
And the boys in my damn band
– An Déi Kärelen a menger verdammter Band
It’s a motorcycle drive-by
– Et ass E Motorrad Laanschtgoungen
Baby, dry your kind eyes
– Puppelchen, dréchent är frëndlech Aen
I think it’s about time we headed home
– Ech mengen Et Ass zäit datt mir heem fueren
Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
– Mat menge verdammte groussen Hoffnungen op Sou enke Seel ze goen
Country boys don’t die alone
– Land jongen stierwen net eleng
Reading poetry under shade trees
– Gedichter liesen ënner schiedbeem
That woman, she’s my baby
– Dës Fra, si ass Mäi Puppelchen
I will be in Richmond by tonight
– Ech wäert den Owend Zu Richmond sinn
With so much shame inside me
– Mat sou Vill Schimmt a Mir
I just want to hide me
– Ech wëll just verstoppen
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights
– Si wëllen mech héieren meng Lidder ënner Luuchten sangen
