Crawling Green Grass
Crawling Green Grass
When I walked through the town
I know I had my head hung down
My eyes were oh, so very low
Picked up my bags
And started down the road
I do believe the devil's watching me
Hands burn at every note I pick
Break through to the other side
Keep playing on ?till the day
?Till the day turns into night
Writer/s: Hegel Pinheiro Guimarães, Mateus Paduan de Lima Capistrano, Pamela Teodoro Rodrigues, Paulo Otávio Oliveira Rodrigues, Rodrigo Castro Daflon
