Sin City

Uncle Tupelo

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    This old town is filled with sin,
    It'll swallow you in
    If you've got some money to burn.
    (So) Take it home right away,
    You've got three years to pay
    But Satan is waiting his turn.

    This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
    It seems like this whole town's insane.
    On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

    The scientists say
    It'll all wash away
    But we don't believe any more
    Cause we've got our recruits
    And our green mohair suits
    So please show you ID At the door.

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    This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
    It seems like this whole town's insane.
    On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

    A friend came around.
    Tried to clean up this town.
    His ideas made some people mad.
    Cause he trusted his crowd,
    So he spoke right out loud,
    And they lost the best friend they had.

    This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
    It seems like this whole town's insane.
    On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

    On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

    On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.

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    Composición: Chris Hillman y Gram Parsons

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