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Jimmy Barnes - Flame Trees (Live from Music From The Home Front 2021)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Walker
Don Walker
Composer
Steve Prestwich
Steve Prestwich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gehman
Don Gehman
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I'm just savoring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long-forgotten feeling of her
It's time to book a room to stay the night
[Verse 2]
Number one is to find some friends to say you're doing well
After all this time you boys look just the same
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
Settle in to play, do you remember so and so?
Number three is never say her name
[Verse 3]
Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
[Verse 4]
Oh, who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here around the table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies
[Verse 5]
And there's a girl, she's falling in love
Near where the pianola stands
With a young local factory out-of-worker, just holding hands
And I'm wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay
[Verse 6]
Do you remember, nothing stopped us
On the field
In our day?
[Verse 7]
Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within it's place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
[Verse 8]
Oh, the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within it's place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around
Written by: Don Walker, Steve Prestwich
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