Woorden:
Los Lobos Same Brown Earth

The aged or desperate Of the drunk and forgotten So true they rest Rest in the earth And become the earth Under carpets of dandelions Blowing their seed across the breeze Across that same brown earth

The aged or desperate Of the drunk and forgotten So true they rest Rest in the earth And become the earth Under carpets of dandelions Blowing their seed across the breeze Across that same brown earth