WHITE HORSE |
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LYRICS |
White Horse ©2014 Jake Wiley Music
I’m a Mississippi river Flowin' down a rough stream A feathered bird With no angel wings I’ll float my way down No I won’t cry out Cuz cryin’s for baby’s who got nothing to cry about Ooo I’m a mystery son I’m a hail-mary run I’m on a white horse, fill’in my soul With the gold and pleasure That we’ve all had before Livin’ on the bright side Following a dream Ain’t that what we’re here for Playing this game Yeah oooh oooh (yeah yeah yeah) Oooh woah oooh (yeah yeah yeah) Long way gone No time to get there Can't seem to make my way through the isle of some church chairs But I'll be dreamin' in the dead of night Wakin' up early to catch that flight Yeah Cuz I’m on a white horse, fill’in my soul With the gold and pleasure That we’ve all had before Livin’ on the bright side Following a dream Ain’t that what we’re here for Playing this game Yeah And I’ll be leanin to make my way (make my way) Through the morning sun when we wake up today (wake up today) I’ll be thinking about you Goin’ to the spot that we used to Trying to make it happen like I told you I’m a Mississippi river Flowin' down a rough stream A feathered bird With no angel wings (The End) |
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