C G F
stepped off the train and looked for fruitvale signs
C G F
the january air it whips across my spine
C G F
whoa whoa
C G F
we’ve been suffering the six days since he died
C G F
i saw a picture of his mother as she cried
C G F
go to where the people go , we’ll dig some decent wine
C G F
and it burns hard and real
C G F
to feel his feel
C G F
they’re putting clothes to flame , an imaginary sun
C G F
a little boot heel down for a solitary gun
thanks to http : //www . songlyrics . com/rogue – wave/solitary – gun – lyrics/ for all of the lyrics
C G F
stepped off the train and looked for fruitvale signs
C G F
the january air it whips across my spine
C G F
whoa whoa
C G F
we’ve been suffering the six days since he died
C G F
i saw a picture of his mother as she cried
C G F
go to where the people go , we’ll dig some decent wine
C G F
and it burns hard and real
C G F
to feel his feel
C G F
they’re putting clothes to flame , an imaginary sun
C G F
a little boot heel down for a solitary gun
thanks to http : //www . songlyrics . com/rogue – wave/solitary – gun – lyrics/ for all of the lyrics
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