Old Shoes - Sean Rowe

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Old Shoes Lyrics

Though my shoes are not for winter
Though my hands are very cold
Though my pockets may be empty
I intend to find you on my own

Though the music has been fading
Though the cellos have gone home
The piano has been waiting
For some lonely man
To play a note


I wrap my arm around your side
Put your hand where you can feel me
In this moment we're alive
In this moment we can die free
How can I make you understand

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Sean Rowe (born in Troy, USA) is an alternative folk singer-songwriter and musician.

Born and raised in Troy, New York, Rowe started playing music at an early age. He received a bass guitar from his father on his 12th birthday and performed in a local band. After receiving an acoustic guitar as a gift from his uncle, Rowe began playing solo.

Since 2003, Rowe played locally in his hometown at open mics, bars and cafes. He began playing with percussionist Marco Haber , who played on a few tracks on his first album 27. Shortly thereafter they began playing under the name Mudfunk and recorded a live album, Live at the Grind, as well as a single of Wrong Side Of The Bed. The latter would be re-recorded for Sean's solo album, Magic, without Haber and with different instrumentation. Sean Rowe now records for ANTI- Records.
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