29 Lyrics - 29 - Ryan Adams

I was a poor little kid in the lungs of New York 

Like a motherless son of a bitch 

Loaded on Ephedrine, looking for downers and coke 

Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon 

Singing and dancing to them night time songs 

I took a train and came up from Carolina 

I was looking for something to do 

Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me 

And with nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose 

Singing and dancing to them night time songs 

Cry me a river till the morning comes 

I should've died a hundred thousand times 

Teetering stoned off the side of buildings 

Nobody loved me and nobody even tried 

You can't hang on to something that won't stop moving 

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Singing and dancing to them night time songs 

I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk 

I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out 

He leered at my lady and then he touched her face 

Thank God, she had the money to bail me out 

Singing and dancing to them night time songs 

Cry me a river till the morning comes 

Bar room boogie just like in the movies 

Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come on 

Take me where the morning don't come 

I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid 

Until one day he wandered off and died 

One night I went in the yard and dug him up 

And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones 

Singing and dancing to them night time songs 

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I used to get loaded and baby I'd drive your car 

It seemed like there was always a cop 

Coming up behind me and following close as he could 

Eventually he'd just trail off 

Loaded and cruising to them night time songs 

Cry me a river till the morning comes 

Bar room boogie just like in the movies 

Go on put it to me, shake it till the rattles come on 

Take me where the morning don't come 

I think I died a hundred thousand times 

Mixing liquor with them mystery pills 

Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine 

Face down, lyin' on the riverside 

Most of my friends are married and making them babies 

To most of them I already died 

And whatever it is about you, I've always hated 

Is something about myself I just couldn't hide 

And I'm going, going, baby, I'm almost gone 

So cry me a river to the other side of the morn 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come 

To where the morning don't come