Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweet Thursday , by - Matt Costa. Song from the album Songs We Sing, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Sweet Thursday |
| I’m waiting in the pines |
| I’m waiting in the forest |
| Pilon at my side |
| The treasure lies before us And so we started walking |
| We knew they couldn’t harm us And how the wind is crying |
| When misty morning dawn breaks |
| We’ll walk back to the flats |
| With gallons in our hands |
| We’re walking in the fields |
| We’re working on the farms |
| We do just like our fathers |
| How can they take that from us? |
| And so we started driving |
| We had no choice to leave this |
| The bowl was left behind us For Hooverville’s before us Three hundred thousand |
| Bodies who can’t rest |
| Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey |
| Up to Monterey |
| So I started driving |
| And left my home behind me The row there kept reminding |
| Of pages in your writing |
| Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey |
| Up to Monterey |