The Gaslight Anthem - High Lonesome lyrics
[The Gaslight Anthem - High Lonesome lyrics]
So the ambulances came
They took your pulse and
Packed up your things and the papers read
Some boys forget what the heartache brings
And the pounding in the street
Was your heart in 4 4 time
And the taste of defeat
Was never too far from your mind
And Maria came from Nashville with
A suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished
I looked like Elvis and in my head
There's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wished
I was someone else
So gravity came and stole the temple that
The schoolboys praised
And the crowd shuffled in
You're getting drinks for the same boys
Who once bought you everything
And the powder on the bar
Was just this one time
The powder on the bar was just this one night
And only to get by
And Maria came from Nashville with
A suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished
I looked like Elvis and in my head
There's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wished
I was someone else
There was "Southern Accents" on the
Radio as I drove home 'And at night
I wake up with the sheets soaking wet'
It's a pretty good song, baby
You know the rest baby, you know the rest
And Maria came from Nashville with
A suitcase in her hand
Always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head
There's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wished
I was someone else
When our boots, they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots, they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots, they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots, they hit the ground
Down from the clouds
They made a high and lonesome sound
They took your pulse and
Packed up your things and the papers read
Some boys forget what the heartache brings
And the pounding in the street
Was your heart in 4 4 time
And the taste of defeat
Was never too far from your mind
And Maria came from Nashville with
A suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished
I looked like Elvis and in my head
There's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wished
I was someone else
So gravity came and stole the temple that
The schoolboys praised
And the crowd shuffled in
You're getting drinks for the same boys
Who once bought you everything
And the powder on the bar
Was just this one time
The powder on the bar was just this one night
And only to get by
And Maria came from Nashville with
A suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished
I looked like Elvis and in my head
There's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wished
I was someone else
There was "Southern Accents" on the
Radio as I drove home 'And at night
I wake up with the sheets soaking wet'
It's a pretty good song, baby
You know the rest baby, you know the rest
And Maria came from Nashville with
A suitcase in her hand
Always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head
There's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wished
I was someone else
When our boots, they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots, they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots, they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots, they hit the ground
Down from the clouds
They made a high and lonesome sound