Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollarIn my pocket that I earnedWith a hammer and viceIf I could undo some thingsAnd grow me some wingsFly out of this quarter tonightYeah, tonight, every man with a TVIs seeing a man with my clothes and my faceIn the last thirty minutesI've gone from a person of interestTo a full-blown manhunt underwayI did what I didI have no regretsWhen you cross the lineYou get what you getTonight, a bleeding memoryIs tomorrow's guilty veinYour auburn hair on a faraway sea wallScreams across the PontchartrainI'm haunted by headlightsAnd a crescent city breezeOne wrong turn on BourbonCuts like the knives of New OrleansI'm a ghost dodging bulletsIn all of these alleysJust looking for my getaway keysWrapped up in the nightHiding out in plain sightBut this grip's getting tight around meAin't no getting outThat I can seeThey'll take me deadIf they ever take meTonight, a bleeding memoryIs tomorrow's guilty veinYour auburn hair on a faraway sea wallScreams across the PontchartrainI'm haunted by headlightsAnd a crescent city breezeOne wrong turn on BourbonCuts like the knives of New OrleansOf New OrleansWhat I wouldn't doFor just one more kissI'm all out of timeHoney, it's come down to thisI'm haunted by your hazel eyesAnd this crescent city breezeOne wrong turn on BourbonCuts like the knives of New OrleansI did what I didI did what I didI did what I didI did what I did
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Eric Church (Granite Falls, 3 de mayo de 1977) es un cantautor y guitarrista estadounidense de country.
Ha sido nominado a 10 premios Grammy.
Su álbum Chief, fue considerado como uno de los 500 mejores discos de todos los tiempos, por la revista…
