The Breaks The Beat - Paradise Has Troubles

When the sun goes down
Make your move
Before the devil sees you do
Paradise has troubles too
Don't die with money in your boot
Paradise has troubles too
Paradise has troubles too

Jumpin', jumpin' big box cars
Through Canyon Alpine and Boston Bar
Down the Thompson, though the Cascades
In the dimmest of light, we've seen for days
Waterways and natural habitats
And thieves in petticoats and felt riding hats
Gold greed, prejudice and crime
Who's fortune, you think they're buying?

When the sun goes down
Make your move
Before the devil sees you do
Paradise has troubles too
Don't die with money in your boot
Paradise has troubles too
Paradise has troubles too

Dustin', dust on old dirt roads
Baker, Rainer and Helens we go
Hopped the Columbia to Portland
The Three Sisters and off to Bend
You can, almost taste the gold
But they ain't your lands or the open road
But you can free your soul
Pay the toll and let that sunset glow

When the sun goes down
Make your move
Before the devil sees you do
Paradise has troubles too
Don't die with money in your boot
Paradise has troubles too
Paradise has troubles too

What you, gonna do?
What you want done right by you?
What you, gonna do?
Paradise has trouble

Let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Inside you
Let it rain, let it rain
Inside you
Let it rain, let it rain

When the sun goes down
Make your move
Before the devil sees you do
Paradise has troubles too
Don't die with money in your boot
Paradise has troubles too
Paradise has troubles too

So, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Inside you
Let it rain, let it rain
Inside you
Let it rain, let it rain, let it

When the sun goes down
Make your move
Before the devil sees you do
Paradise has troubles too
Don't die with money in your boot
Paradise has troubles too
Paradise has troubles too

Written by:
Michael Cornford

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