L.a. Guns

Long Time Dead

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When I came down to your riverside
And saw you standing there
Pocketful of moonbeams
You had henna in your hair

And I never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
Yeah, it might seem like a premonition
But you're a long time dead

Gonna be a long time dead
Misery the devil's in my head

The seasons had already turned
The wind began to howl
A change of fortune is what I need
And there was little doubt

That they had never heard my testimony
Not a single word I said
Yeah, the judge he whispered in my ears
Gonna be a long time dead

Gonna be a long time dead
Misery the devil's in my head

Took you to your riverside
And saw you standing there
Pocketful of moonbeams
You had henna in your hair

And I never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
And it might seem like a premonition
But you're a long time dead

Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead
Long time dead