The Last Flame by Overtime. Download/Stream here: [ Ссылка ]

The Last Flame is the first song fully produced by Overtime's band The Blue Collar Soldiers Band. Scroll down for lyrics.

Acoustic Guitar: Andrew Sweeney
Electric Guitar: Damien McInnis
Drums: George Kimerly IV

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:

I saw a man on a horse on the 4th of July
He was carrying the flag and a 45 on his side
I said mister wont you hop down I'll play you a song
It's the least I can do to maybe help you along
It's a cold damn world and It's steering us wrong
I can sing a little baby that'll carry a song

Bridge:

So when the whiskey dries and the fiddle runs out
There's a jukebox playin somewhere and I'll be found
Till the sun comes up in the old Big Sky
Tip my hat to an outlaw as I'm passing by

Chorus:

Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Till the last flame wonders out
The guitar makes a final sound
And we're on the go
Ya they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road

Verse 2:

I saw a lady on the street she was selling a rose
She had a pretty bouquet with a ribbon of gold
Tip my hat down low as I was fixing to go
Flip[ped a 20 for the petals that will lay in my road

Chorus:

Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Till the last flame wonders out
The guitar makes a final sound
And we're on the go
Ya they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road

Bridge:

So when the whiskey dries and the fiddle runs out
There's a jukebox playin somewhere and I'll be found
Till the sun comes up in the old Big Sky
Tip my hat to an outlaw as I'm passing by

Chorus:

Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Till the last flame wonders out
The guitar makes a final sound
And we're on the go
Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road

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