Troy Weight letra

You've got the Gold locked up
In a snow capped shed that's in the frozen North
That mine's been dug so deep
And there's nothing left, but I still pan the stream
Cold night: in mining camps
Have proved to me I'm running out of time
When Spring comes I'll head back home
With a fortune to spend, but to lend not to own
By oil lamps, I write these notes
Sit back and laugh at what I wrote
Up North's a real strange spot
Where the bears match the snow and it's dark out alot
Woodstoves will keep me warm
On the nights the snow screams at the weight of the storm
I want some time sway
From coming up empty and wasting a day
When spring comes I'll head back home
With a fortune to spend but to lend not to own
I'll be so proud! I'll strike it rich!
I'll have it all, without a hitch?

The Russian Futurists - Letras

• A Mind's Dying Verse (the Solitary Stone)
• A Mind's Dying Verse (You and the Wine)
• A Song For Sports
• A Telegram From The Future: I'M SORRY. STOP.
• C'Mon
• Golden Years
• Goodbye Razor, Hello Lazer
• Hurtin' 4 Certain
• Incandescent Hearts
• It's Actually Going To Happen
• It's Not Really Cold When It Snows
• It's Over, It's Nothing
• Karkarodon Karkarius
• Let's Get Ready To Crumble
• New England Winters
• Our Pen's Out of Ink
• Paul Simon
• Pine Prisonyard
• Precious Metals
• Red Red Wine
• Sentiments Vs. Syllables
• Still Life
• The Hall of Fame of Things I Despise
• The Matador's Theme
• The Plight Of The Flightless Bird
• The Science Of The Seasons
• These Seven Notes
• Troy Weight
• Two Dots On A Map
• When The Sun Drops Like An Anvil
• Why You Gotta Do That Thang?
• You Dot, Me Dot, T-Dot
• Your Big Brown Eyes and My Big Broke Heart
• Your Life On Magnetic Tape