Raising Cain Lyrics
| Song | Raising Cain |
| Artist | Gregory Alan Isakov |
| Album | That Sea, the Gambler |
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| last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own | |
| last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own | |
| lord i couldn’t see the shadows all in me, | |
| i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own | |
| now those demons had there face bright as gold | |
| those demons had their faces bright as gold | |
| they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back | |
| those demons had their faces bright as gold. | |
| so i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| i don’t know what i see, that light plays tricks on me | |
| i’m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| and i dont know whats ahead up comin next | |
| the wind shakes me feet, rattles my head | |
| there’s no tellin home, just a sign up all alone | |
| sayin oh, oh elizabeth | |
| and that season came in quiet with the rain | |
| and loving you was just like raising cain | |
| it was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories | |
| oh that season came in quiet with the rain | |
| so i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, | |
| oh i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, | |
| and there’s somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song | |
| i’m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong… |
| last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own | |
| last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own | |
| lord i couldn' t see the shadows all in me, | |
| i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own | |
| now those demons had there face bright as gold | |
| those demons had their faces bright as gold | |
| they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back | |
| those demons had their faces bright as gold. | |
| so i' m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| i' m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| i don' t know what i see, that light plays tricks on me | |
| i' m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| and i dont know whats ahead up comin next | |
| the wind shakes me feet, rattles my head | |
| there' s no tellin home, just a sign up all alone | |
| sayin oh, oh elizabeth | |
| and that season came in quiet with the rain | |
| and loving you was just like raising cain | |
| it was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories | |
| oh that season came in quiet with the rain | |
| so i' m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, | |
| oh i' m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, | |
| and there' s somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song | |
| i' m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong |
| last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own | |
| last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own | |
| lord i couldn' t see the shadows all in me, | |
| i dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own | |
| now those demons had there face bright as gold | |
| those demons had their faces bright as gold | |
| they came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back | |
| those demons had their faces bright as gold. | |
| so i' m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| i' m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| i don' t know what i see, that light plays tricks on me | |
| i' m sittin by my lonesome in the light | |
| and i dont know whats ahead up comin next | |
| the wind shakes me feet, rattles my head | |
| there' s no tellin home, just a sign up all alone | |
| sayin oh, oh elizabeth | |
| and that season came in quiet with the rain | |
| and loving you was just like raising cain | |
| it was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories | |
| oh that season came in quiet with the rain | |
| so i' m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, | |
| oh i' m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong, | |
| and there' s somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song | |
| i' m pickin up the pieces where i went wrong |
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