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Peter Bradley Adams - Full Moon Song

 
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There's a moon rising slowly through the trees
There's a moon shining bright upon my feet
And tonight the dogs are coming to capture me
Now I'm standing in the wake of forty years
And from this prison I have broken free and clear
And I'm praying that the morning won't catch me here
I want to live like a kid with holes in his boots
I want to climb like a child in a tree
I want to love like the man with nothing to lose
I want to die with my heart on my sleeve
I'll forget about the things that I have done
I'll forget about the years out on the run
And dream of every woman I've ever loved
Cause I know I was not the only guilty man
Just the one who worked the blood on his hands
And tonight I'm gonna find me a second chance
I wanna live like a kid with holes in his boots
I wanna climb like a child in a tree
I wanna love like the man with nothing to lose
And die with my heart on my sleeve
Now the moon has risen straight across the sky
Better move along cause they ain't far behind
Come morning I'll be crossing the next state line
And I will walk upon the land that I will own
And I will build a place that I can call my home
And I'll still be singing when I get old
I wanna live like a kid with holes in his boots
I wanna climb like a child in a tree
I wanna love like the man with nothing to lose
And die with my heart on my sleeve
I wanna live like a kid with holes in his boots
I wanna climb like a child in a tree
I wanna love like the man with nothing to lose
And die with my heart on my sleeve
And die with my heart on my sleeve

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Peter Bradley Adams

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Biography

Peter Bradley Adams is a talented singer and songwriter hailing from Birmingham, Alabama. With a passion for music from a young age, he began his career in the late 1990s when he formed the duo Eastmountainsouth with fellow musician Kat Maslich-Bode. The duo gained recognition for their unique sound and heartfelt lyrics, releasing their self-titled album in 2003. However, after a few years together, the group disbanded in 2004.

Not one to be deterred, Peter Bradley Adams decided to embark on a solo career in 2005, releasing his self-titled EP to critical acclaim. His solo work showcased his exceptional songwriting abilities and soulful vocals, earning him a dedicated fan base and praise from music critics.

Since then, Peter Bradley Adams has continued to release music that touches the hearts of listeners around the world. His thoughtful lyrics and haunting melodies have earned him a reputation as a talented musician in the folk and Americana music scene. With each new release, he continues to captivate audiences with his introspective and emotive songs.

Peter Bradley Adams' music reflects his deep connection to his roots in the American South, as well as his personal experiences and emotions. His songs are filled with raw honesty and vulnerability, drawing listeners in with their sincerity and beauty. As a singer and songwriter, Peter Bradley Adams has carved out a unique niche for himself in the music industry, and his talent and passion for his craft continue to shine through in everything he creates.

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