Jeg siger ikke at Ryan Adams skriver bedre end de fleste forfattere, men jeg føler det. I guder, hvor jeg føler det. Rose lived on the south side of town Until her landlord showed up with two hundred dollar bills A notice of eviction on the other hand Now she dont live there no more, And everyone thinks he drowned, I pulled into Mecklenburg on them trains Into a station that got flooded when they opened up the dam And broke their connections to the railway lines So they could blast into the quarry, And for every load of granite, We got a ton of worry One night at the diner over eggs, Over easy she showed me the length of her legs, But that gold plated cross on her neck, it was real And you dont get that kind of money from pushing meal I shouldve told him that you were the one for me, But I lied, But I lied, To most any drifter whose looking for work is too weird I met Percy and I married her in July But if only to be closer to you, Caroline Percy and I moved down the street Until we lost two pretty girls One was seven and one was three Alderman and Caroline owned the house right up the hill Where we laid those babies down So they could still see our house Suspicion got the best of old Alderman Haint He owned an auto parts store off the interstate But the lord took him home in July And then Rose spilled the beans on the day that he died I shouldve told him that you were the one for me But I lied, But I lied Tied up to concrete at the bottom of the quarry With a tattoo on his heart that spelled out Caroline He was silent but his rosary Drifted into the custody Of a sheriff that was just deputized And I was down at the banquet hall When two guys came up, pretty angry and drunk And Im still here at the banquet hall At the banquet hall Where the gun went off, in the Carolina Rain In the Carolina Rain, in the Carolina Rain Oh, Caroline
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 12:46:55 +0000
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