| Song | The Sunken Lands |
| Artist | Rosanne Cash |
| Album | The River & The Thread |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.64] | The Sunken Lands - Rosanne Cash |
| [00:08.06] | Five cans of paint in the empty fields |
| [00:14.36] | The dust reveals |
| [00:18.17] | |
| [00:20.79] | The children cry, the work never ends |
| [00:27.40] | There’s not a single friend |
| [00:31.24] | |
| [00:34.61] | Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands? |
| [00:42.69] | |
| [00:59.36] | The mud and tears melt the cotton balls |
| [01:05.66] | It’s a heavy toll |
| [01:08.59] | Oh oh |
| [01:12.59] | His words are cruel and they sting like fire |
| [01:19.14] | Like the devil’s choir |
| [01:21.95] | Oh oh |
| [01:25.44] | |
| [01:26.00] | But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands? |
| [01:35.53] | |
| [02:04.42] | The river rises and she sails away |
| [02:10.21] | |
| [02:10.77] | But she could never stay |
| [02:13.71] | Oh oh |
| [02:17.45] | Now her work is done in the sunken lands |
| [02:24.32] | There’s five empty cans |
| [02:27.65] |
| [00:00.64] | The Sunken Lands Rosanne Cash |
| [00:08.06] | Five cans of paint in the empty fields |
| [00:14.36] | The dust reveals |
| [00:18.17] | |
| [00:20.79] | The children cry, the work never ends |
| [00:27.40] | There' s not a single friend |
| [00:31.24] | |
| [00:34.61] | Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands? |
| [00:42.69] | |
| [00:59.36] | The mud and tears melt the cotton balls |
| [01:05.66] | It' s a heavy toll |
| [01:08.59] | Oh oh |
| [01:12.59] | His words are cruel and they sting like fire |
| [01:19.14] | Like the devil' s choir |
| [01:21.95] | Oh oh |
| [01:25.44] | |
| [01:26.00] | But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands? |
| [01:35.53] | |
| [02:04.42] | The river rises and she sails away |
| [02:10.21] | |
| [02:10.77] | But she could never stay |
| [02:13.71] | Oh oh |
| [02:17.45] | Now her work is done in the sunken lands |
| [02:24.32] | There' s five empty cans |
| [02:27.65] |
| [00:00.64] | The Sunken Lands Rosanne Cash |
| [00:08.06] | Five cans of paint in the empty fields |
| [00:14.36] | The dust reveals |
| [00:18.17] | |
| [00:20.79] | The children cry, the work never ends |
| [00:27.40] | There' s not a single friend |
| [00:31.24] | |
| [00:34.61] | Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands? |
| [00:42.69] | |
| [00:59.36] | The mud and tears melt the cotton balls |
| [01:05.66] | It' s a heavy toll |
| [01:08.59] | Oh oh |
| [01:12.59] | His words are cruel and they sting like fire |
| [01:19.14] | Like the devil' s choir |
| [01:21.95] | Oh oh |
| [01:25.44] | |
| [01:26.00] | But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands? |
| [01:35.53] | |
| [02:04.42] | The river rises and she sails away |
| [02:10.21] | |
| [02:10.77] | But she could never stay |
| [02:13.71] | Oh oh |
| [02:17.45] | Now her work is done in the sunken lands |
| [02:24.32] | There' s five empty cans |
| [02:27.65] |