True Ones from Whiskey Bar by Chris Padera

True Ones (Chris Padera)

Six long years, well I've been taking my time
Some might say I'm old, but I'm still young in mind
Many new friends I have met, many old friends I have lost
But the true ones are always by my side

In times when I was struggling I hit the railroads hard
Into blackouts I was drinking, oh my world it has turned dark
In excess, what a moron, the drugs (that) kept me high
I beg pardon in humility, oh man, I was a fool
I beg pardon once again for one last time

One more year, well I lost track of time
Trouble wheighs a ton, but I left (the) trouble minds behind
Many places I have been, many new folks I have seen.
But the true/only ones to stay are hard to find

The fights that I was fighting left my broken on the ground
In times of desperation, I surrender, lost my will.
A refugee of my own world, a prisoner of my soul
I berdon in humility, oh man, I was a fool
I beg pardon once again for one last time

Some say it's waste of life, for me it's live in style
As long as I can count on you
My dearest enemy, my closest friend on earth
The one who understands the way
My dearest enemy, my closest friend on earth
The one who understands the way

Six long years, well I've been taking my time
Some might say I'm old, but I'm still young in mind
Many new friends I have met, many old friends I have lost
But the true ones are always by my side

In times when I was struggling I hit the railroads hard
Into blackouts I was drinking, oh my world it has turned dark
In excess, what a moron, the drugs (that) kept me high
I beg pardon in humility, oh man, I was a fool
I beg pardon once again for one last time

Some say it's waste of life, for me it's live in style
As long as I can count on you
My dearest enemy, my closest friend on earth
The one who understands the way
My dearest enemy, my closest friend on earth

• Folk
• Pop Punk
• blues
• country
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Nuremberg