Woodlow Lyrics & Chords By Adam Klein

If I could talk to the man I used to be The one who swore he'd rather be free Running around doing just what he pleased I'd tell him bout Caroline He'd call me the biggest...read more

I wake up every morning At the start of every week I pull on my work boots And feel my old bones creak Lord I wish it was Friday At the end of the week 48 hours to live my...read more

A little girl A lust, a life Hoping one day to be some man’s wife Early school mornings Cold bathroom floor You brushed my hair And pushed me out the door Oh, mama, you know...read more

WELL YOU MOVE TO A SPOT WHERE YOU THINK YOU GOT MY EAR ON EVERYTHING AND THAT’S A LOT, BUT MAYBE NOT BUT MY MIND RUNS FREE WHEN YOU TALK TO ME AND YOU TELL ME HOW TO...read more

I was a buck toothed, white trash, sleepy-eyed milltown kid Nobody ever took a note of nothing that I ever did I was sneaking a sip from my Daddy’s corn liquor still Hiding out...read more