Vārdi:
Brickell Edie Hard Times

old road Where the Indian Paintbrush grows She began to cry and said she wanted us to know There were hard times When the family was broken There were hard times

old road Where the Indian Paintbrush grows She began to cry and said she wanted us to know There were hard times When the family was broken There were hard times

old road Where the Indian Paintbrush grows She began to cry and said she wanted us to know There were hard times When the family was broken There were hard times