Neil Young-Driveby
album:Sleep with the angels
lyrics by Neil Young
It's a random kind of thing
Came upon a delicate flower
I can't believe a machine gun sings
Driveby, driveby, drive, driveby
Well he borrowed his girlfriend's car
Went out riding with the boys
Now she is gone like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby
Now she is gone like a shooting star
Trail of dreams Tragic trail of fire
Now she's gone like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby
Well you feel invisible
It;s just a part of life
There's a feud going on and you don't know
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby
fish on the line.
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