Lyrics

WHEN WE WERE KINGS
My branchéd crown
It lays my cheek a ground
I'm down- my red is running, snow is found
Shadows bow— down low now 
longer leaner than their trees, 
still living it large, carving hearts of 
church glass, cut and clean, 
singing songs of how to catch a queen 
back when we were kings, 
when were kings, 
when were kings
back when we
 
had a house on ice, where the fish would bite, 
it was blue inside, it was just for the guys, 
saying some day soon, son, you’ll strike noon— 
but tell me the story of me —
well I caught you on this hook and line, 
almost threw you back, you were such small fry, 
this when were kings, 
when when were kings, 
when we were kings, 
when we

Now the lake won’t freeze, and my wife she’s right, 
mustn’t trust the ice, where the fish have died. 
And all those good guys just barflies, 
daughter of mine don’t you make any eyes, 
they’ll look you up they’ll look you down, 
say your rent’s unpaid; this is my hometown — 
but I remember them, 
back when they were kings, 
when we were kings, when we kings—

My branchéd crown
It lays my cheek a ground
I'm down- my red is running, snow is found
Shadows bow— down low now 
longer leaner than their trees, 
still living it large, carving hearts of 
church glass, cut and clean, 
singing songs of how to catch a queen 
back when we were kings, 
when were kings, 
when were kings

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