La song de Beth Hart

She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late, she got home late
She drinks so hard, the bottle ached

And she tried, and she tried, and she tried, and she tried
But nothing is clear in a park full of flies
And she takes, and she takes, she takes, and she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She

Man I gotta get out of this town
Man I gotta get out of this pain
Man I wanna get out of this town
out of this town
out of this pain

She got a gun, she got a gun, she got a gun,
She called the lucky one
She left a note near by the phone
Leave a message, 'cause this ain't no home

And she cried, and she cried, and she cried, and she cried
She cried so long, her tears went dry
And she laughed, and she laughed,
and she laughed, and she laughed
'Cause she,
No she was never coming back,
She

It's all she loves
It's all she hates
It's all too much for her to take
She can be sure just when it ends
O, Where the good life begins

So she took a train, she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man, he took her in
Further al the same bull-shit again

'Cause he lied, and he lied, he lied, and he lied
He lied like a salesman selling flies
So she screamed, she screamed, she screamed, and she screamed
It's a different place but the same old thing

It's all I love,
It's all I hate.
It's all too much for me to take
I can be sure where it begins
Or, if the good life lies within

So she

Man I got to get out of this town
You know I got to get back on that train
Man I got to get back on that train
And out of my pain

So, I'm going back to she

Man I got to get out of this town
You know I got to get back on that train
Man I got to get back on that train
And out of my pain

So, I'm going back to I got to get out of this town
You know I got to get back on that train
Man I got to get back on that train
And out of my pain

So, I'm going back to