Ryan Adams "The End" |
I don't know the sound of my father's voice I don't even know how he says my name But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar In the back of my head Till it's worrying maching And in the cotton fields By the house where I was born The leaves burn like effigies of my kin and the trains run like snakes Through the pentecostal pines Filled up with cotton and dime store gin Jacksonville house you burden my soul How you hold all my dreams captive Jacksonville how you play with my mind How my heart goes bad Suffocating on the pines in Jacksonville The End All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night With a sky full of nothing but moon And I lose my reflection on a bottle of wine Until the morning comes down. And I an't nothing but blue At the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs The waitress tries to give me change, I say, "Nah, It's Cool, You just keep it." And I'm reading my news, I start thinking about her and I wonder if anybody here besides me Has any descent secrets Jacksonville, how you burden my soul How you hold all my dreams captive, Jacksonville, how you play with my mind Oh, my heart goes bad suffocating on the pines In Jacksonville The End. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |