Take the exit off Trinity Make sure you come home to me I'll be waiting up I'll leave the light on
Past the crackheads on Gallatin I feel so bad we laugh at them Our privilege sure is showing but we know it
This city sure ain't pretty This city sure ain't clean I like this city more when i'm not trying anything
This city is a shit-show This city is despaired I love it like a lover I haven't talked to in a year
Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah
Goodbye Green Hills movie crowd I hope I'm making Lisa proud Then Chattanooga mountains on the weekend
East side, best side, change my mind Three years now, I feel alive I loved you like a fever 'till it dropped
This city has my back now This city has my heart This city likes me more when we are miles and miles apart
This city is a gift now This city is my home This city holds my blood and sweat and tears and rotting bones
Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah
Find me back here Sitting on the front porch Smoking all the stuff that makes us smile
Find me back here Sitting in High Garden Every conversation I hold dear
Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah x2
This city is a truck stop We never have to leave but I can't fall for one more lonely Jack White wannabe
This city is electric This city's painted blue If I stay long enough I could just bask in all these huesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
