Ryan Adams - The End Lyrics

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I don't know the sound of my father's voice 
I don't even know how he says my name 
But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar 
In the back of my head 
Till it's worrying maching 
And in the cotton fields 
By the house where I was born 
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin 
and the trains run like snakes 
Through the pentecostal pines 
Filled up with cotton and dime store gin 
Jacksonville house you burden my soul 
How you hold all my dreams captive 
Jacksonville how you play with my mind 
How my heart goes bad 
Suffocating on the pines in Jacksonville 
The End 
All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night 
With a sky full of nothing but moon 
And I lose my reflection on a bottle of wine 
Until the morning comes down. 
And I an't nothing but blue 
At the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs 
The waitress tries to give me change, I say, 
"Nah, It's Cool, You just keep it." 
And I'm reading my news, 
I start thinking about her 
and I wonder if anybody here besides me 
Has any descent secrets 
Jacksonville, how you burden my soul 
How you hold all my dreams captive, 
Jacksonville, how you play with my mind 
Oh, my heart goes bad suffocating on the pines 
In Jacksonville 
The End. 

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lyrics submitted by clakskit on 06-01-2006
lyrics corrected on 06-01-2006