Waldassen
Johnny Manchild
GENRE Waldsassen
Five thousand one hundred
Forty five miles from
Where I come from in a
Merica
There is a small town no
Body knows waiting for
Me to come back from a
Merica
The smell of bread on the
Cobble streets walking through
History, far from a
Merica
7:15 as the
City sleeps I find my
Self a seat as morning
Fog rolls in
The Czechian workin bar can pour a drink alright
The city sleeps at ten and we distill the night
24 hours a day a night and a flight
Au revoir Waldsassen, until we meet again
You’ve never heard a better love song
Resting unmade between your ears
You’ve never felt a better feeling
You’ve never had a better beer
This is the happiest you’ll be for years
This I the moment you can’t top
Among the drunk you find your peace
This is the happiest you’ll be
Five thousand one hundred
Forty five miles from
Where I come from in a
Merica
There is a small town no
Body knows waiting for
Me to come back from a
Merica
The smell of bread on the
Cobble streets walking through
History, far from a
Merica
7:15 as the
City sleeps I find my
Self a seat as morning
Fog rolls in
The Czechian workin bar can pour a drink alright
The city sleeps at ten and we distill the night
24 hours a day a night and a flight
Au revoir Waldsassen, until we meet again
You’ve never heard a better love song
Resting unmade between your ears
You’ve never felt a better feeling
You’ve never had a better beer
This is the happiest you’ll be for years
This I the moment you can’t top
Among the drunk you find your peace
This is the happiest you’ll be
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