Letra de 127 Rose Avenue
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south Magnolias sway in the breeze To the lonesome sound of a Red Boned Hound; Howlin' at the moon and the trees. There's a sad eyed boy, with his guitar; Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Wishin' on a falling star, at 127 Rose AvenueThe distant moan of a midnight train, Comes blowin' through the night. He dips his pen in tears and pain; And he begins to write. Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly, And the Indian he once knew. Bout lost highways, and purple skies; At 127 Rose Avenue.~CHORUS~Caretaker said as he shook his head, "Son to you believe in Ghosts? For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill That he felt long ago."So a I bought me a ticket at the front door; Guess who was there inside. I felt his presence through the whole tour, God I swear, he was alive. I saw the train, I felt the pain, I heard him moanin' the blues. Twenty-nine years of memories; At 127 Rose Avenue.~CHORUS~Another side eyed boy with his guitar, Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Here I am wishin' on a falling star, At 127 Rose AvenueOuttake: It ain't in Nashville... It's not in Montgomery...