Paroles de Dandelion Wine
Gregory Alan Isakov
Ummer days were just a magazine, a magazine
A magazine...
Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
So i can see ya soon...
Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year
And i packed up the dust
Of all that i owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole
I rolled out the day that the apples fell...
InterprèteGregory Alan Isakov
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