Folklore

	Folklore
Author:	Ryan Adams
Official Appearance:	N/A
Unofficial Appearance:	N/A
Played Live:	08/08/98	10/20/99	02/14/00
		10/21/99
		10/25/99
		10/28/99

Notes:	“This is a song about kind of about my mom and and Hot Wheels and stuff, cause I just spent some time in my home town, my mom got really sick, and I went down there and it’s very sobering to be with somebody that’s ill and it was really weird: for once in my mother’s life she actually liked to listen to me play, so I knew she was, you know, fucked up. But she’s fine now.” Ryan Adams, 10/28/99.



Lyrics:	Open window by the bed Used to sound of moaning trains I had a blanket of my own That I would share now and again I had a police car Had a fire truck and things I didn't like it much First time they came after me But it's all just folklore now It's washed out in blood and memories Yeah it's all just folklore now That's all I'll ever let it be. My momma used to cry little girl She'd cry and everybody'd leave The kitchen led to the back porch Back porch led to fenced in trees. I had a police car Had a fire truck and things I had a flat tire on my bicycle That I wished could grow some wings. When it's all just folklore now It's washed out in blood and memories Yeah it's all just folklore now That's all I'll ever let it be