Younger Years Lyrics & Chords By Chris Riffle

I travelled too far to reach for the golden shrine, the evening star but no matter where you are you long for mama's food and daddy's car home is how the word is spelt and...read more

Here we are, Painting pictures of a war Maybe I don't get it all So here we are again So cold Maybe there's another way Maybe words don't have to play another part Tell...read more

Lourd Le temps est lourd La chaleur avant le carnage Le paysage de presqu'orage Court Le temps est court Avant de voir tomber la foudre Avant de faire parler la poudre ...read more

Here comes wintertime Like a long and dark night Man, I feel so unprepared this time No stored heat, just the smell of deceit and defeat I really need to get a hold of myself If...read more

I'm waking up on Sunset Boulevard Maxing out all my credit cards Living my own LA story Living it up 'til the morning Sammy I'm not trying to show you love and affection ...read more