Song | '52 Ford |
Artist | Murder by Death |
Album | Red of Tooth and Claw |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I hit the road in a ’52 | |
FordA pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard | |
The sun was set, the gas gauge was low | |
And it was time to go | |
I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly | |
Needed a friend the day my mother died | |
Her place was hot and it smelled of sin | |
I guess when one life goes, another begins | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
I found the city by the mark on the stamp | |
Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp | |
I found his work, | |
I found their home | |
I waited until | |
I knew she was alone | |
I didn't want the child to see life | |
I justified and it wounded my pride | |
My mind was set that no one could know | |
The girl had to go | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades | |
Reflected off of the edge of my blade | |
As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand | |
I thought, | |
I guess the kid deserves a chance | |
Her man came in as | |
I started to go | |
My last intentions, how could he know? | |
The blade sank deep into my skin | |
I guess when one life goes, another begins |
I hit the road in a ' 52 | |
FordA pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard | |
The sun was set, the gas gauge was low | |
And it was time to go | |
I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly | |
Needed a friend the day my mother died | |
Her place was hot and it smelled of sin | |
I guess when one life goes, another begins | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
I found the city by the mark on the stamp | |
Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp | |
I found his work, | |
I found their home | |
I waited until | |
I knew she was alone | |
I didn' t want the child to see life | |
I justified and it wounded my pride | |
My mind was set that no one could know | |
The girl had to go | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades | |
Reflected off of the edge of my blade | |
As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand | |
I thought, | |
I guess the kid deserves a chance | |
Her man came in as | |
I started to go | |
My last intentions, how could he know? | |
The blade sank deep into my skin | |
I guess when one life goes, another begins |
I hit the road in a ' 52 | |
FordA pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard | |
The sun was set, the gas gauge was low | |
And it was time to go | |
I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly | |
Needed a friend the day my mother died | |
Her place was hot and it smelled of sin | |
I guess when one life goes, another begins | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
I found the city by the mark on the stamp | |
Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp | |
I found his work, | |
I found their home | |
I waited until | |
I knew she was alone | |
I didn' t want the child to see life | |
I justified and it wounded my pride | |
My mind was set that no one could know | |
The girl had to go | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
Hey now, what you gonna do? | |
Got a fiver in your pocket | |
And a switchblade in your boot | |
Hey now, what you gonna say | |
To make it go away? | |
Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades | |
Reflected off of the edge of my blade | |
As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand | |
I thought, | |
I guess the kid deserves a chance | |
Her man came in as | |
I started to go | |
My last intentions, how could he know? | |
The blade sank deep into my skin | |
I guess when one life goes, another begins |