Old White Lincoln Lyrics - The '59 Sound - The Gaslight Anthem

If I could write 

I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights 

Where we'd dig around the bones 

And try to find peace and patches for the holes 

I lit a cigarette on a parking meter 

The corner boys told her how I was dyin' 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 old '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 old '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 

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You fell straight in my arms 

And I miss it sometimes 

Shakin' 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 comin' up as the night's gettin' warm 

I saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawn 

Like a dream I remember from an easier time 

With the top rolled down on a Saturday night 

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos 

And your old '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 old '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 

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And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens 

And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed 

Bring a dollar with you, baby 

In the cold, cold ground 

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos 

And your old '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 old '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 

You fell straight in my arms