- Votes:
- Composers:
- Fallon
- Brian
 
- Genres:
- Indie
- Punk
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- indie rock
- punk rock
 
- See also:
The Gaslight Anthem - Old White Lincoln lyrics
If I could write, I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights
 Where we dig around the bones and try to find peace
 A patch for the holes
 I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
 The corner boys told her I was dying to meet her
 Like a prayer, I said on a dead man's knee
 You drove up like a parade.
 You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
 And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
 Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
 While you just kept coming apart
 You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
 And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
 Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
 While you just kept coming apart
 Straight in my arms, fell straight in my arms
 And I miss it sometimes, shaking like a leaf
 On the corner of Vine, but I heard it's alright
 The radio spoke to a good friend of mine.
 And I can feel it coming up as the night's getting warm
 Saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn
 Like a dream I remember from an easier time
 With the top rolled down on a Saturday night
 The Gaslight Anthem - Old White Lincoln - http://motolyrics.com/the-gaslight-anthem/old-white-lincoln-lyrics.html
 You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
 And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
 Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
 While you just kept coming apart
 You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
 And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
 Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
 While you just kept coming apart
 Right in my arms, right in my arms
 And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens
 And trying to find some way to be redeemed.
 Bring a dollar with you, babe
 In the cold, cold ground.
 You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
 And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
 Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
 While you just kept coming apart
 You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
 And your Ole '55 that you drove through the roof
 Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
 While you just kept coming apart
 You fell straight in my arms
 You fell straight in my arms.














