Letras:
Grascals

Johnny lived next door to me and Paul lived down the block We'd meet each day at my house, sharp at six o'clock We'd race our bikes to school and Paul

Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn So get those stakes up higher There's a thousand

As we sat on the front porch of that old gray house Where I was born and raised Staring at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard everyday I think

I can still see mama stooped around those cotton stalks. If she picked one, she picked a hundred bales. Me and all my brothers would take turn about,