High Lonesome

So the ambulances came

They took your pulse and packed up your things

And the papers read

Some boys forget what the heartache brings

And the pounding in the street

Was your heart in four/four time

And the taste of defeat

Was never too far from your mind

And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis

And in my head there's all these classic cars

And outlaw cowboy bands

I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else

So gravity came

And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised

And the crowd shuffled in

You're getting drinks for the same boys

Who once bought you everything

And the powder on the bar

Was just this one time

The powder on the bar

Was just this one night

Only to get by

And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis

And in my head there's all these classic cars

And outlaw cowboy bands

I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else

There were Southern accents

On the radio

As I drove home

And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet

It's a pretty good song

Maybe you know the rest

Maybe you know the rest

And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis

And in my head there's all these classic cars

And outlaw cowboy bands

I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else

When our boots they hit the ground

They made a high and lonesome sound

When our boots they hit the ground

They made a high and lonesome sound

When our boots they hit the ground

They made a high and lonesome sound

When our boots they hit the ground

Down from the clouds

They made a high and lonesome sound