Letras:
Ryan Adams Jacksonville City Nights

and fine slow gin Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in [burden?] 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

: See the rain on the street The way the cars shine And the scotch that she drinks With her lips so fine And her shoulders go weak As she closes her

: You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and meadow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride

is broken My love is gone If I hadn't cheated While you were gone The well that we'd Been drinking from Wouldn't a dried And turned cold My days are empty My nights

: I can't find the gun It's only getting worse So I get loaded up On silver bullets And I can't see the sun I know it's gone away I can't be the one

: I can be taught but I'm not learning Over and over I lose I make mistakes, get so sorry I can't unwind like yarn from a spool I'm a little shaky gotta

: Tell me what sin replaces love I wanna know, right now Tell me what sin replaces love I wanna know, right now Imagine yourself on a mountain Mountain

: I got a house full of walls And utility bills, every Monday the company calls I got a nice bed to sleep on And a chest of drawers, where I keep those

You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and meadow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride