Old 97's - White Port no Lyrkit

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White Port

White Port

(álbum: The Grand Theatre, Volume 2 - 2011)

For all its want of wandering, the sky was sad and blue
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

I came into the world of things a pauper I am told
For the things I never got, I'm thankful to my bones
With all its lack of gold and green my life has good supply
Of treasure in the silver stars and white port at my side

For all its want of wandering, the sky was sad and blue
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

My Denver lass I promised that I'd be out west that day
I headed east as fast as my two feet could back away
All compliments and commitments I've dispensed far and wide
But all was said with smiling face and white port at my side

For all its want of wandering, the sky was sad and blue
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

Now pirate lads and scallywags are brethren to me
A sailing man with no good plan, that's something I could be
But just as quick will I jump ship if told to get in line
Send my bones to Davy Jones with white port at my side

For all its want of wandering, the sky was sad and blue
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

Now lastly I will say that I ain't seen a bad run yet
An' when the boss says time to get, I'll get with no regret
With heaven made I'll stake some shade and air myself out right
Double check that none suspect the white port at my side
With heaven made I'll stake some shade, I'll stay there till I die
Double check that none suspect the white port at my side

For all its want of wandering, the sky was sad and blue
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

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