Faulkner Street Lyrics

The record player's scratchin' out an old and dusty tune

On the front porch, on a Sunday, on an Arky afternoon

We were lyin' 'round like gypsies, thinkin' 'bout goin' to town

And Jimmy's drinkin' whiskey straight and lyin' in the shade

Jamie's dancin' round the kitchen with a glass of lemonade

Lookin' like an angel who's never gonna touch the ground

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Trouble in mind

How'd we ever lose that time?

Livin' for the best

Leavin' all the rest behind

Now them boys from Morgan County, there a comin' out tonight

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They come walkin' up the driveway, singin' 'bout the night before

And we'll head up to the mountain, pick-up trucks and old guitars

We'll all smoke marijuana as we look up at the stars

Raisin' hell for hours, until we can't take any more

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Now there's a picture on the mantle top, filled with old regrets

There are times I can't remember and things I won't forget

I'd call you up and tell you, but baby, we've been gone too long

That porch is just a memory and the record player's broke

The hills have gone to houses and Jimmy's gone to smoke

But I'd do the whole thing over, darlin' just to hear that song

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