Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rochester, artist - Mat Kearney. Album song Young Love, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Rochester |
| I was born in Rochester |
| To a bookmaking man |
| Had a fake cigar shop |
| With the games on in the back |
| See them coming and going |
| Let them ride on thoroughbreds |
| Police chief from Town Hall wondering what was the spread |
| I carried rich mens bag through the brow |
| Trying to chase down a little white ball |
| I learned that any soft place wasn’t good for me at all |
| Daddy came home fired up looking for some sort of release |
| He beat the hell out of Timmy, Timmy beat the hell out of me |
| I would hop the fence out to this government field |
| Run 'til there was nothing more to feel |
| Lying there watching planes just disappear |
| Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here |
| Well that same police chief came knockin' my first freshman day |
| Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page |
| Took every one of his suits and all my dignity |
| Walk the halls around the court waiting for any punk to set me free |
| I would hop the fence out to this government field |
| Run 'til there was nothing more to feel |
| Lying there watching planes just disappear |
| Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here |
| Well I got that call to Vietnam just like everyone else I knew |
| So scared of the hand grenades threw them farther than any other troop |
| Came home like an iron fist and Timmy tried to take my keys |
| Ripped open his front pocket that was the last time he touched me Moved to an island out west up to Breckinridge |
| Met a mermaid on a glass boat and she promised me some kids |
| Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls |
| Had a son named Benjamin and I was so scared of it all |
| Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash |
| Looked into those deep blue eyes wondering why I’ve been so mad |
| Flushed a quarter pound down the drain praying for the mercy to confess |
| Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right of my chest |
| We’re gonna walk right out into this heavenly field |
| Run like there was no more time to steal |
| My three boys in the grace of God I feel |
| Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here |
| Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here |