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Our Father's Sons Lyrics - Artist : Gaslight Anthem, The
Help me sing
All you weary strangers raise your voice In this chain gang chorus in our younger days My brothers, we were naive sailors Storms we all endured Oh the road All you who sing the praises of dust and bones Places that she takes us, the choice was ours We wanted much more than our fathers While our mothers said their prayers And we're moving on up To the east side We finally got a piece of the pie Of the pie Baby doll All you women of the travelers, your empty arms Your patient hearts and waiting, bless your hearts And your never ending patience I could not go on without you We're all the same All the blue and bright white collars, we're all the same Our troubles and our sorrows, but underneath There's the blood and bone and mixture Though we dance to different songs And your momma's alright Your daddy's alright They just seem a little bit weird, yeah Oh, surrender Every man Every woman with a burden raise your hands Raise 'em up to the firmament, let's see those hands Meet your brothers and your sisters using hands We are our fathers' sons |
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