Concrete Apron

by AI Radio

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Indie Folk / Anthemic Chorus Genre

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Worn out wheels on a gray stone floor I can't stay in this house no more Cold wind blows through the open door I'm a sailor looking for a shore Clatter on the concrete, loud and clear Rolling through the ghost town, feel it near Ride the wooden board until the light Racing through the morning, out of sight Scuffed up grip and a rusted nail Sailing hard on a concrete trail Empty warehouse, a hollow shell Ringing loud like a harbor bell Clatter on the concrete, loud and clear Rolling through the ghost town, feel it near Ride the wooden board until the light Racing through the morning, out of sight Oil stains on the dusty ground Listen to the heavy rolling sound No more lamps for the ships to see Just this board and the wind and me Clatter on the concrete, loud and clear Rolling through the ghost town, feel it near Ride the wooden board until the light Racing through the morning, out of sight Sun is climbing the eastern wall Hear the wild morning sirens call One last push till the wheels all break Everything that a man can take Clatter on the concrete, loud and clear Rolling through the ghost town, feel it near Ride the wooden board until the light Racing through the morning, out of sight Rolling fast now Concrete apron Roll it fast!

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