| Song | Revelation Blues |
| Artist | Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. |
| Album | James Dean |
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| [ti:Revelation Blues] | |
| [ar:Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.] | |
| [al:James Dean] | |
| [offset:0] | |
| [00:00.99] | Revelation Blues - Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. |
| [00:02.58] | Written by:Kristian Matsson |
| [00:14.45] | I was more than just a coward |
| [00:16.43] | I was handsome too |
| [00:18.00] | I felt nothing when your flood came down |
| [00:20.72] | |
| [00:21.74] | Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong |
| [00:25.26] | With my hands that never touched no ground |
| [00:28.26] | |
| [00:28.99] | When your talent is in numbers |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:32.59] | Of the many times you're gone |
| [00:35.36] | |
| [00:35.92] | I could lie I don't care about forgiving |
| [00:39.22] | |
| [00:40.28] | But sometimes it's just roses dying too young |
| [00:44.70] | |
| [00:48.77] | Oooh |
| [00:49.98] | |
| [00:56.50] | Ooh |
| [00:57.18] | |
| [00:58.10] | As I'm fencing up the hours |
| [01:00.16] | In the fields of red |
| [01:01.59] | While you think I'm on a loveless straight |
| [01:04.52] | |
| [01:05.27] | In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong |
| [01:09.03] | Explanations always written late |
| [01:11.52] | |
| [01:12.58] | When your talent curse the framing |
| [01:15.48] | |
| [01:16.21] | Of the crying you heard sung |
| [01:18.92] | |
| [01:19.59] | I could lie I don't care about what's missing |
| [01:23.05] | |
| [01:23.91] | But sometimes it's just roses dying too young |
| [01:28.21] | |
| [01:32.56] | Ooh |
| [01:33.63] | |
| [01:39.67] | Ooh |
| [01:41.01] | |
| [01:41.66] | When your train of thoughts is always passing here |
| [01:46.94] | |
| [01:48.96] | With its falling paint and its broken gears |
| [01:55.38] | It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path |
| [02:01.39] | |
| [02:02.60] | And you know you won't be the last |
| [02:05.33] | Oh lord |
| [02:06.24] | |
| [02:07.27] | Oh no |
| [02:08.08] | |
| [02:10.79] | I was more than just a terror |
| [02:12.78] | I was crying too |
| [02:14.39] | But you showed me in the gusts between |
| [02:17.01] | |
| [02:17.91] | That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path |
| [02:21.60] | Has no meaning nor a ghost within |
| [02:24.22] | |
| [02:25.19] | When your talent is in hiding |
| [02:28.41] | |
| [02:28.95] | That your feeling is always wrong |
| [02:31.78] | |
| [02:32.32] | And I always want to bring you something |
| [02:35.67] | |
| [02:36.58] | But sometimes it's just roses dying too young |
| [02:40.96] | |
| [02:43.60] | Ooh |
| [02:44.47] | |
| [02:47.79] | Always want to bring you something |
| [02:50.02] | |
| [02:51.13] | But sometimes it's just roses dying too young |
| [02:55.54] | |
| [02:59.86] | Oooh |
| [03:02.13] | |
| [03:07.12] | Ooh |
| [03:08.11] | |
| [03:13.65] | Ooooh |
| [03:16.34] | |
| [03:17.69] | Oh |
| [03:18.22] | |
| [03:19.97] | Ooh |
| ti: Revelation Blues | |
| ar: Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. | |
| al: James Dean | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.99] | Revelation Blues Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. |
| [00:02.58] | Written by: Kristian Matsson |
| [00:14.45] | I was more than just a coward |
| [00:16.43] | I was handsome too |
| [00:18.00] | I felt nothing when your flood came down |
| [00:20.72] | |
| [00:21.74] | Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong |
| [00:25.26] | With my hands that never touched no ground |
| [00:28.26] | |
| [00:28.99] | When your talent is in numbers |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:32.59] | Of the many times you' re gone |
| [00:35.36] | |
| [00:35.92] | I could lie I don' t care about forgiving |
| [00:39.22] | |
| [00:40.28] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [00:44.70] | |
| [00:48.77] | Oooh |
| [00:49.98] | |
| [00:56.50] | Ooh |
| [00:57.18] | |
| [00:58.10] | As I' m fencing up the hours |
| [01:00.16] | In the fields of red |
| [01:01.59] | While you think I' m on a loveless straight |
| [01:04.52] | |
| [01:05.27] | In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong |
| [01:09.03] | Explanations always written late |
| [01:11.52] | |
| [01:12.58] | When your talent curse the framing |
| [01:15.48] | |
| [01:16.21] | Of the crying you heard sung |
| [01:18.92] | |
| [01:19.59] | I could lie I don' t care about what' s missing |
| [01:23.05] | |
| [01:23.91] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [01:28.21] | |
| [01:32.56] | Ooh |
| [01:33.63] | |
| [01:39.67] | Ooh |
| [01:41.01] | |
| [01:41.66] | When your train of thoughts is always passing here |
| [01:46.94] | |
| [01:48.96] | With its falling paint and its broken gears |
| [01:55.38] | It' s the damn revelation blues when you see the path |
| [02:01.39] | |
| [02:02.60] | And you know you won' t be the last |
| [02:05.33] | Oh lord |
| [02:06.24] | |
| [02:07.27] | Oh no |
| [02:08.08] | |
| [02:10.79] | I was more than just a terror |
| [02:12.78] | I was crying too |
| [02:14.39] | But you showed me in the gusts between |
| [02:17.01] | |
| [02:17.91] | That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path |
| [02:21.60] | Has no meaning nor a ghost within |
| [02:24.22] | |
| [02:25.19] | When your talent is in hiding |
| [02:28.41] | |
| [02:28.95] | That your feeling is always wrong |
| [02:31.78] | |
| [02:32.32] | And I always want to bring you something |
| [02:35.67] | |
| [02:36.58] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [02:40.96] | |
| [02:43.60] | Ooh |
| [02:44.47] | |
| [02:47.79] | Always want to bring you something |
| [02:50.02] | |
| [02:51.13] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [02:55.54] | |
| [02:59.86] | Oooh |
| [03:02.13] | |
| [03:07.12] | Ooh |
| [03:08.11] | |
| [03:13.65] | Ooooh |
| [03:16.34] | |
| [03:17.69] | Oh |
| [03:18.22] | |
| [03:19.97] | Ooh |
| ti: Revelation Blues | |
| ar: Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. | |
| al: James Dean | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.99] | Revelation Blues Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. |
| [00:02.58] | Written by: Kristian Matsson |
| [00:14.45] | I was more than just a coward |
| [00:16.43] | I was handsome too |
| [00:18.00] | I felt nothing when your flood came down |
| [00:20.72] | |
| [00:21.74] | Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong |
| [00:25.26] | With my hands that never touched no ground |
| [00:28.26] | |
| [00:28.99] | When your talent is in numbers |
| [00:32.09] | |
| [00:32.59] | Of the many times you' re gone |
| [00:35.36] | |
| [00:35.92] | I could lie I don' t care about forgiving |
| [00:39.22] | |
| [00:40.28] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [00:44.70] | |
| [00:48.77] | Oooh |
| [00:49.98] | |
| [00:56.50] | Ooh |
| [00:57.18] | |
| [00:58.10] | As I' m fencing up the hours |
| [01:00.16] | In the fields of red |
| [01:01.59] | While you think I' m on a loveless straight |
| [01:04.52] | |
| [01:05.27] | In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong |
| [01:09.03] | Explanations always written late |
| [01:11.52] | |
| [01:12.58] | When your talent curse the framing |
| [01:15.48] | |
| [01:16.21] | Of the crying you heard sung |
| [01:18.92] | |
| [01:19.59] | I could lie I don' t care about what' s missing |
| [01:23.05] | |
| [01:23.91] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [01:28.21] | |
| [01:32.56] | Ooh |
| [01:33.63] | |
| [01:39.67] | Ooh |
| [01:41.01] | |
| [01:41.66] | When your train of thoughts is always passing here |
| [01:46.94] | |
| [01:48.96] | With its falling paint and its broken gears |
| [01:55.38] | It' s the damn revelation blues when you see the path |
| [02:01.39] | |
| [02:02.60] | And you know you won' t be the last |
| [02:05.33] | Oh lord |
| [02:06.24] | |
| [02:07.27] | Oh no |
| [02:08.08] | |
| [02:10.79] | I was more than just a terror |
| [02:12.78] | I was crying too |
| [02:14.39] | But you showed me in the gusts between |
| [02:17.01] | |
| [02:17.91] | That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path |
| [02:21.60] | Has no meaning nor a ghost within |
| [02:24.22] | |
| [02:25.19] | When your talent is in hiding |
| [02:28.41] | |
| [02:28.95] | That your feeling is always wrong |
| [02:31.78] | |
| [02:32.32] | And I always want to bring you something |
| [02:35.67] | |
| [02:36.58] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [02:40.96] | |
| [02:43.60] | Ooh |
| [02:44.47] | |
| [02:47.79] | Always want to bring you something |
| [02:50.02] | |
| [02:51.13] | But sometimes it' s just roses dying too young |
| [02:55.54] | |
| [02:59.86] | Oooh |
| [03:02.13] | |
| [03:07.12] | Ooh |
| [03:08.11] | |
| [03:13.65] | Ooooh |
| [03:16.34] | |
| [03:17.69] | Oh |
| [03:18.22] | |
| [03:19.97] | Ooh |