Easy Come
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Lyrics
Just north of San Francisco where the red trees grow and the fog rolls in, the cold wind blows Well I was going for a drive Following the curved lines of the coastal highway The fog got so thick, I couldn't see the sun So I pulled over to the side I wandered into a bar and I sat on a stool there were 3 fishermen playing a game of pool and an old man sitting next to me Well he appeared to be a man of about 60 years
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 07:39
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 138 BPM