Palmera Lad-Jeff Lang

Palmera Lad - Jeff Lang Written by：Jeffrey Lang/Alison Ferrier/Jeff Lang Hooked in as a lad to the sport of kings Tracks are hard with my dad how they names would sing There's a queen Francheskabell just hear lie Praises rain and down on Henry carry wine Oh Palmera Lad I must get mad Desperate also when they'd all that I had Keep taking on this don't backed off the mad Don't leave this to motherless Help me realize I'll take him sundown lakeside And pack in them pock Head to Moony Valley when the sky gets dark Your irish eyes don't smile And my faith's unknown I lost it all before that now it's not my own Oh Palmera Lad I must get mad Desperate also when they'd all that I had Keep taking on this don't backed off the mad Don't leave this to motherless Help me realize I've seen your eyes In me they're alone When the shocks are circling You're on your own My joy reset When they found a past So grace this is good as lost See me at the stag hear the shotglass pound Toast in every night that never let me down Trouble little find me wherever I fall When it come 'round to remind me Of the free of it all Oh Palmera Lad I must get mad Desperate also when they'd all that I had I'm going under I'm caught in a trap You'll leave this to motherless Help me realize Help me realize