Hayes Carll - Faulkner Street lyrics

The record player's scratchin' out an
Old and dusty tune
On the front porch, on a Sunday
On an Arky afternoon
We were lyin' 'round like gypsies
Thinkin' 'bout goin' to town
And Jimmy's drinkin' whiskey straight and
Lyin' in the shade
Jamie's dancin' round the kitchen with
A glass of lemonade
Lookin' like an angel who's never
Gonna touch the ground

Trouble in mind
How'd we ever lose that time?
Livin' for the best
Leavin' all the rest behind
Now them boys from Morgan County
There a comin' out tonight
With country on the radio and
Trouble in there eyes
They come walkin' up the driveway
Singin' 'bout the night before
And we'll head up to the mountain
Pick-up trucks and old guitars
We'll all smoke marijuana as we
Look up at the stars raisin' hell for hours
Until we can't take any more

Now there's a picture on the mantle top
Filled with old regrets
There are times I can't remember
And things I won't forget
I'd call you up and tell you, but baby
We've been gone too long
That porch is just a memory
And the record player's broke
The hills have gone to houses
And Jimmy's gone to smoke
But, I'd do the whole thing over
Darlin' just to hear that song