Letras de Anthony B. - Cold Feet Letras de Anthony B. - Cold Feet
Cold Feet lyrics

Cold Feet Lyrics

Anthony B.

M-16, AK-47, pump rifle, desert eagle,
All home made one to. See me!

Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town.
All in front ah station, man ah shot man down.
Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town.
All in front ah station, man ah shot man down.
'Cause they've got:
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet.
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold.

There was a little boy, oce upon a time,
Who inspite his young age,
Small size knew his mind.
For every copper penny and clothes he would find,
Making wish for better days,
And for all time, for no more;
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet.
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold.

He grew up to be a worker,
Did turn in to succeed.
Made a life for himself,
Free from worry wants and needs.
With nobody to share his life with,
With nobody to keep him warm.
At night when he go to sleep,
He sleep alone with him;
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet.
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold.

He struggled all his life,
Just to be an honest man.
Proud of the dirt in his palm,
The soil of the land.
Some guys I knew from my school days,
Said they had a plan, to get rich to quick.
They had to bound to me, Lord.

Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town.
All in front ah station, man ah shot man down.
Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town.
All in front ah station, man ah shot man down.
'Cause they've got:
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet.
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold.

He decided to drive a car.
He decided to carry a gun.
To take the biggest risk of all,
Prove his loyalty to his friends.
He decided to tell his wife,
Things would soon turn around.
Said the little boy is dead,
A man stand wid him now, Lord.

Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town.
All in front ah station, man ah shot man down.
Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town.
All in front ah station, man ah shot man down.
'Cause they've got:
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet.
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold.

Didn't stop the see his clap right,
He didn't stop to set his watch.
He left in such a hurry,
Didn't think to wishful up.
Make no difference if you're early.
No difference if you're late.
Once you're out of time, flowers have been laid,
You're six feet underground, with your:
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet..

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