Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mercury, artist - Turnpike Troubadours. Album song The Turnpike Troubadours, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 17.09.2015
Record label: Bossier City
Song language: English
The Mercury |
| Lorrie laughs like she just don’t care |
| Got a red bandana and raven hair |
| Sitting in the corner at The Mercury |
| Cowboy killers in a plain white tee |
| And back before the glasses and the sleeve tattoos |
| She’s just another small town kid |
| Sure she’s gotta couple problems now |
| But she doesn’t try to keep 'em hid |
| Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight |
| Alright, alright |
| The kind of thing you never see before midnight |
| Girl, I know you’re gonna wreck this town |
| Won’t tell me where to be when the walls start falling |
| Well I’ve never seen Jimmy in that old Corvette |
| He looks like hell but he ain’t dead yet |
| Rough around the edges but his clothes are clean |
| Hayseed dressed up like James Dean |
| And any way I play it well I can’t get him to say it |
| But I think that him and Lorrie were a thing |
| Well come now that I think about it |
| He don’t say much of anything |
| Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight |
| Alright, alright |
| The kind of thing you never see before midnight |
| Girl, I know you’re gonna wreck this town |
| Won’t tell me where to be when the walls start falling |
| Well, it’s 1 AM and wild and loud |
| Like sittin' in the middle of a funnel cloud |
| A five-spot for a shot and a beer |
| Now do you wonder how we wound up here |
| I tell you friend that every now and then |
| It’s like a money game of cut throat pool |
| Lorrie’s talking just a little too sweet to me |
| Jimmy’s in the next bar stool |
| Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight |
| Alright, alright |
| The kind of thing you never see before midnight |
| Well it’s throwback punks and daytime drunks |
| And PBR’s and stouts |
| Lorrie’s over by the jukebox now |
| Dancing to the «Twist and Shout» |
| And Jimmy’s storming out the front door |
| Lord you’d think someone had died |
| I ain’t going anywhere at all |
| Now I’m about to hit my stride |
| Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight |
| Alright, alright |
| The kind of thing you never see before midnight |
| Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town |
| Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling |
| Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town |
| Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling |
| Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town |
| Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling |
| Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town |
| Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling down |