Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End, artist - Ryan Adams.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
The End |
I don’t know the sound of my father’s voice |
I don’t even know how he says my name |
But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar |
In the back of my head till it’s weary and mushy |
And in the cotton fields out by the house where I was born |
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin |
The trains run like snakes through Penacostal pine |
Filled up with cotton and fine slow gin |
Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul |
How you hold all my dreams captive |
Jacksonville, how you play with my mind |
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines |
In Jacksonville |
The End, The End, The End |
All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night |
With the sky full of nothing but moon |
And I lose my reflection in the bottles of wine |
Till the morning comes down and I ain’t nothing but you |
Now the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs |
The waitress tries to give me change I say, «Nah, it’s cool. |
Just keep it» |
I read up my news, I start thinking about her |
And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets |
Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul |
How you hold all my dreams captive |
Jackson-hell, how you play with my mind |
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines |
In Jacksonville |
The End, The End, The End |