29
Author: Ryan Adams

Official Appearance:

 29 -- Ryan Adams

Unofficial Appearance:

 N/A

Played Live:

 08/03/06
09/22/06
09/27/06
09/28/06
10/05/06
10/09/06
10/13/06
12/06/06
Lyrics: I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York
 

 

   just like a motherless son of a bitch
  loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke
  like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
  ... singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
   
  I took a train and came up from Carolina
  I was looking for something to do
  Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
  With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose
  ... singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
  ... cry me a river till the morning comes
   
  I should've died a hundred thousand times
  Teetering stoned off the side of buildings
  Nobody loved me and nobody even tried
  You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving
  ... singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
   
  I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
  I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
  He leered at my lady and then he touched her face
  Thank God she had the money to bail me out
  ... singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
  ... cry me a river till the morning comes
   
  Bar room boogie just like in the movies
  Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
  Take me where the morning don't come
   
  I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid
  Until one day he wandered off and died
  One night I went in the yard and dug him up
  And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones
  ... singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
   
  I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car
  it seemed like there was always a cop
  coming behind me and following close as they could
  eventually they'd just trail off
  ... loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs
  ... cry me a river till the morning comes
   
    Bar room boogie just like in the movies
  Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
  Take me where the morning don't come
   
  I think I died a hundred thousand times
  mixing liquor with mystery pills
  mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
  face down out on the riverside
  Most of my friends are married and making them babies
  To most of them I already died
  And whatever it is about you I've always hated
  Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
  ... and I'm going going baby I'm gone
   
  ... so cry me a river to the other side of the morning
  To where the morning don't come
  To where the morning don't come
  To where the morning don't come

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