Текст песни Great Tide (Phil Cook) с переводом

All your longing

All your pain

All your endings are gonna figure out the same

Board your windows, lock your doors

Shit’s about to hit the fan so you better hit the floor

Tie those gooses, place your beds

Ain’t no way you’re ever gonna settle all your debts

Rolling thunder, oh, burning hay

Dixie but you’ve fallen down the well

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

Nothing’s sacred, nothing’s

Get your ass on the morning train or get the hell out the way

Ain’t no way you’ll ever get ready for the sound

Drinking out of that Dixie cup when it all goes down

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

It’s gonna be a great tide

Run on down to the hole

It’s gonna be a great tide

It’s gonna be a great tide

Run on down to the hole

It’s gonna be a great tide

It’s gonna be a great tide

Run on down to the hole

It’s gonna be a great tide

All your longing

All your pain

All your endings are gonna figure out the same

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

Hey yeah, well you know, hey yeah

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