Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
Country - Americana |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
These Chains -- Ed Bentley - Writer
edbentley@mail.com
V1
Born on the outskirts, little town where the river bends
Everybody 'round here, family - or good friends
But when the factories closed down, the old folks cried
When jobs go away, hard to watch, a small town die
Chorus:
These chains, these chains, gonna rust our bones
Prisoners of a life, all we've ever known
These chains, these chains, a cold wind blows
Someday we'll break these chains, find the nerve to go
V2
Our dreams - now fantasies, you can hear the hearts break
Families born here, hard to leave this place
Had fire in their bellies, now the flame grows cold
My gal & I need to leave here, or sit around getting old
Chorus
These chains, these chains, gonna rust our bones
Prisoners of a life, all we've ever known
These chains, these chains, a cold wind blows
Someday we'll break these chains, find the nerve to go
Bridge:
There's a road that leads to freedom, just over that hill
We stare at the horizon, but keep standing still
Trying to find the courage, reach way down deep
So much time wasted, losing our soul to keep
Chorus
But these chains etc.
Outro:
One day we'll fly away, leave all this behind
Open sky to freedom, see what we can find
These chains, these chains, wish we could stay
Gonna have to break these chains, and just fly away