The End Lyrics - Jacksonville City Nights - Ryan Adams

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 weary and mushy 

And in the cotton fields out by the house where I was born 

The leaves burn like effigies of my kin 

The trains run like snakes through Penacostal pine 

Filled up with cotton and fine slow gin 

Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul 

How you hold all my dreams captive 

Jacksonville, how you play with my mind 

Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines 

In Jacksonville 

The End, The End, The End 

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All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night 

With the sky full of nothing but moon 

And I lose my reflection in the bottles of wine 

Till the morning comes down and I ain't nothing but you 

Now the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs 

The waitress tries to give me change I say, "Nah, it's cool. Just keep it" 

I read up my news, I start thinking about her 

And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets 

Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul 

How you hold all my dreams captive 

Jackson-hell, how you play with my mind 

Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines 

In Jacksonville 

The End, The End, The End 

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