Back Down South Larkin Poe e Tyler Bryant – Testo e Traduzione in Italiano

TRADUZIONE IN ITALIANO

Gli alberi in Georgia
Cresci alti come una croce
Dove cantava il piccolo Richard
Dove il rock n roll ha imparato a camminare
Country blues in a bottle
Fai surriscaldare quei tubi
Finché il serpente inizia a sibilare
Mi lasciate uscire da questa scatola 

Strade d'oro
Non è quella terra rossa
Lascia delle pesche in un cestino vicino alle porte perlate
Quando la mia gara è corsa
Ascolta quel suono d

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Back Down South – Larkin Poe Tyler Bryant

The trees down in Georgia
Grow as tall as a cross
Where little Richard was singing
Where rock n roll learned to walk
Country blues in a bottle
Get those tubes running hot
Til the serpent starts hissing
"Y'all let me out of this box"

Streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back down south

Sweet Carolina
From the north to the south
Where those reapers be hot
And they put those tears in your mouth
Papa's got a new bag
He gave it to Mr. Brown
And Charlie got him a fiddle
Before the devil went down

Streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back down south

Way down in Macon
Put your ear to the ground
Where the brothers are sleeping
And you can still hear the sound
Of a band that was singing
About a sky that was blue
They sang it for me
And now I'll sing it for you

Streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south

Streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Back down south

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