| Yeah, I’d give this last wrinkled dollar
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| In my pocket that I earned
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| With a hammer and vice
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| If I could undo some things
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| And grow me some wings
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| Fly out of this quarter tonight
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| Yeah, tonight, every man with a TV
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| Is seeing a man with my clothes and my face
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| In the last thirty minutes
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| I’ve gone from a person of interest
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| To a full-blown manhunt underway
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| I did what I did
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| I have no regrets
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| When you cross the line
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| You get what you get
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| Tonight, a bleeding memory
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| Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
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| Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
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| Screams across the Pontchartrain
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| I’m haunted by headlights
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| And a crescent city breeze
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| One wrong turn on Bourbon
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| Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
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| I’m a ghost dodging bullets
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| In all of these alleys
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| Just looking for my getaway keys
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| Wrapped up in the night
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| Hiding out in plain sight
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| But this grip’s getting tight around me
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| Ain’t no getting out
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| That I can see
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| They’ll take me dead
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| If they ever take me
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| Tonight, a bleeding memory
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| Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
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| Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
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| Screams across the Pontchartrain
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| I’m haunted by headlights
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| And a crescent city breeze
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| One wrong turn on Bourbon
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| Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
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| Of New Orleans
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| What I wouldn’t do
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| For just one more kiss
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| I’m all out of time
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| Honey, it’s come down to this
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| I’m haunted by your hazel eyes
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| And this crescent city breeze
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| One wrong turn on Bourbon
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| Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
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| I did what I did
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| I did what I did
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| I did what I did
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| I did what I did |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knives Of New Orleans , by - Eric Church. Song from the album Mr. Misunderstood, in the genre Кантри