Letra da Música If Only They Could Talk de Breaking Southwest

Born on a Sunday, died on a Saturday night
There's not a man I know, who's had a better life
For 82 years, he made his way through the world
And I've got the proof, scattered here on the floor

Cuff links he wore, the day he wed
Standing in that church holding her hand
Some spare change in a coffee can
A pocket watch, some dog tags
and a gold wedding band

And I smile
As I sat there and thought
What would I hear
If only they could talk
If only they could talk

A lifetime of memories, heartache, love, and tragedy
Worn down by the hands of a working man
oh the things they've heard & seen

Oh the stories I would hear, if all this came to life
Would that saddle tell, of the hell
of driving cattle all those times
Or boots worn, so damn hard
he put holes right through the soles
Or the hat that blocked the sun & rain
as he watched his children (babies) grow

And then I saw it there, next to his old pocket knife
The words in red, and duct tape on the spine
Inside, the pages, the road map of his life
Were there to show the way
and leave the devil far behind