The Spirit Of Jazz Lyrics - American Slang - The Gaslight Anthem

The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep 

Rest your weary head and love a better me 

And in the morning we'll start over again 

That's how they do it up on the screen 

See me and my baby, we would dance all night 

But I don't know the steps in my baby's time 

To do it like they do it for the girls uptown 

I heard they light 'em up like the blues 

So I'm waiting 

And she's waiting 

For us to remember 

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? 

Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do 

So I will wait on the edges in between 

These New York streets where you and I would meet 

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For twenty-nine years we loved that line 

And I would take it easy if I had your mind 

But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire 

And you're slow like Motown soul 

So what now, lover with your long black hair? 

If I cut you open, baby, I can repair 

Bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue 

And I'm the only one around here 

And I'm waiting 

And she's waiting 

For us to recover 

So was I good to you, the wife of my youth? 

Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do 

So I will wait on the edges in between 

These New York streets where you and I would meet 

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And only I can heal your wounds 

Only I can heal your wounds 

When you can't go on, when you can't go on 

When you can't go on, when you know, hold on 

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? 

Not another soul could love you like my 

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? 

Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do 

So I will wait on the edges in between 

And I will wait on the edges in between 

And I will wait on the edges in between 

These New York streets 

On all these New York streets 

Where you and I would meet