My Old Home Lyrics & Chords By Dead Western

My old home with flowers on all the tables Where did all that go I guess the flowers got old and died Wilted and dried from the sun who was never that able To sit with you...read more

So yeah, basically A lot of people ask me how life was then So here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans, kernel oil and hand me down poetry It's brick...read more