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High Lonesome

So the ambulances came

They took your pulse and packed up your things

And the papers read

Some boys forget what the heartache bringsAnd the pounding in the street

Was your heart in four-four time

And the taste of defeat

Was never too far from your mindAnd 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 elseSo 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 everythingAnd the powder on the bar was just this one time

The patter on the bar was just this one night

And only to get byAnd 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 elseThere 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 restAnd 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 elseWhen 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 soundWhen our boots they hit the ground

Down from the clouds

They made a high and lonesome sound

Songwriters

FALLON, BRIAN /Published by

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