High Lonesome
So the ambulances came,
They took your pulse and packed up your things.
And the papers read,
Some boys forget what heartache brings.
And the pounding in the streets
Was your heart in four/four 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 school boys praised
And the crowds 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 were southern accents (southern accents)
On the radio (on the radio)
As I drove home.
And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
It's a pretty good song, maybe you know the rest...
Maybe you know the rest.
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.
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.