Song | The French Girl - Stereo Version - Remixed |
Artist | Gene Clark |
Artist | The Gosdin Brothers |
Album | Echoes |
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Fricker-Tyson | |
Three silver rings on slim hands waiting | |
Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn | |
We found a room that rainy morning | |
She took my hand through winding roads and led me home | |
Some red French wine when later waking | |
In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair | |
She laughed each time I asked her name | |
Made promises to meet again | |
But her friends down at the French café | |
Had no English words for me | |
So you may find above the border | |
A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name | |
You're bound to lose, she's too much for you | |
She'll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won't be the same | |
She laughed each time I asked her name | |
Made promises to meet again | |
But her friends down at the French café | |
Had no English words for me |
FrickerTyson | |
Three silver rings on slim hands waiting | |
Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday' s early morn | |
We found a room that rainy morning | |
She took my hand through winding roads and led me home | |
Some red French wine when later waking | |
In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair | |
She laughed each time I asked her name | |
Made promises to meet again | |
But her friends down at the French cafe | |
Had no English words for me | |
So you may find above the border | |
A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name | |
You' re bound to lose, she' s too much for you | |
She' ll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won' t be the same | |
She laughed each time I asked her name | |
Made promises to meet again | |
But her friends down at the French cafe | |
Had no English words for me |
FrickerTyson | |
Three silver rings on slim hands waiting | |
Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday' s early morn | |
We found a room that rainy morning | |
She took my hand through winding roads and led me home | |
Some red French wine when later waking | |
In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair | |
She laughed each time I asked her name | |
Made promises to meet again | |
But her friends down at the French café | |
Had no English words for me | |
So you may find above the border | |
A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name | |
You' re bound to lose, she' s too much for you | |
She' ll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won' t be the same | |
She laughed each time I asked her name | |
Made promises to meet again | |
But her friends down at the French café | |
Had no English words for me |