Knives Of New Orleans (Live)
Eric Church« Knives Of New Orleans (Live) » est une chanson de Eric Church, 2016, Pop. La chanson dure 3:55, 55 lines / 289 words.
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0:20Yeah I'd give this last wrinkled dollar
0:23In my pocket that I earned
0:26With a hammer and vice
0:29If I could undo some things
0:31And grow me some wings
0:34Fly out of this quarter tonight
0:38Yeah tonight every man with a TV
0:41Is seeing a man with my clothes and my face
0:47In the last thirty minutes
0:49I've gone from a person of interest
0:52To a full-blown manhunt underway
0:55I did what I did
0:57I have no regrets
0:59When you cross the line
1:01You get what you get
1:06Tonight a bleeding memory
1:09Is tomorrow's guilty vein
1:14Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
1:18Screams across the Pontchartrain
1:24I'm haunted by headlights
1:27And a crescent city breeze
1:32One wrong turn on Bourbon
1:36Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
1:45I'm a ghost dodging bullets
1:47In all of these alleys
1:49Just looking for my getaway keys
1:54Wrapped up in the night
1:56Hiding out in plain sight
1:58But this grip's getting tight around me
2:02Ain't no getting out
2:04That I can see
2:07They'll take me dead
2:08If they ever take me
2:13Tonight a bleeding memory
2:16Is tomorrow's guilty vein
2:22Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
2:25Screams across the Pontchartrain
2:31I'm haunted by headlights
2:35And a crescent city breeze
2:40One wrong turn on Bourbon
2:44Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
2:48Of New Orleans
2:56What I wouldn't do
2:57For just one more kiss
3:00I'm all out of time
3:03Honey it's come down to this
3:07I'm haunted by your hazel eyes
3:10And this crescent city breeze
3:16One wrong turn on Bourbon
3:20Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
3:25Of New Orleans
3:41I did what I did
3:46I did what I did
3:50I did what I did
3:55I 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 Of New Orleans I did what I did I did what I did I did what I did I did what I did
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