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