Testi:
Ryan Adams Jacksonville City Nights

I go One more kiss 'fore I go One more night and day Breath all heavy and slow One shot, one beer and a kiss before I go I'll miss those nights at

do me right You don't do me right Why you do me wrong when the rope gets tight? When the rope gets tight When the rope gets tight Oh day, oh night, oh

See the rain on the street The way the cars shine And the scotch that she drinks With her lips so fine And her shoulders go weak As she closes her eyes

Pa drove to town yesterday to pick up a friend He found the locker she lay in He drove to old man Ed Somerton's place To finally disappear He got there

Laura lays on the foot of the bed Mimics a noose with a telephone cord Doctor's on the phone Then she hangs up and says "I ain't never gonna see the

cotton and fine slow gin Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in [burden?] my soul How you hold all my dreams captive Jacksonville, how you play with my mind Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines In Jacksonville

Trains moan in my sleep when I'm trying to go to bed moving way to slow for whatever that they be carryin' and I've been working hard ever since I was

I can be taught but I'm not learning Over and over I lose I make mistakes, get so sorry I can't unwind like yarn from a spool I'm a little shaky gotta

You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and meadow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride