<> page <The '59 Sound> album page |
High LonesomeSo the ambulances cameThey 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 patter 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 |