Album
Mr. Misunderstood
Knives of New Orleans
FIRST PLAYED
Monday, Feb 29, 2016
Cirkus, Stockholm, Sweden
LAST PLAYED
Saturday, Sep 21, 2024
Sing Out Loud Festival, Saint Augustine, FL
Release Date
Tuesday, Nov 03, 2015
Times Played
172
PURCHASE SONG
STREAM SONG
LYRICS
Yeah, I’d give this last wrinkled dollar
In my pocket that I earned
With a hammer and vice
If I could undo some things
And grow me some wings
Fly out of this quarter tonight
Yeah, tonight every man with a TV
Is seein’ a man with my clothes and my face
In the last thirty minutes
I’ve gone from a person of interest
To a full blown manhunt underway
I did what I did
I have no regrets
When you cross the line
You get what you get
Tonight a bleeding memory
Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
Screams ‘cross the Pontchartrain
I’m haunted by headlights
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I’m a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for my get away keys
Wrapped up in the night
Hiding out in plain sight
But this grip’s getting tight around me
Ain’t no getting out
That I can see
They’ll take me dead
If they ever take me
Tonight a bleeding memory
Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
Screams ‘cross the Pontchartrain
I’m haunted by headlights
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
What I wouldn’t do
For just one more kiss
I’m all out of time
Honey, it’s come down to this
I’m haunted by your hazel eyes
And this cresent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I did what I did
I did what I did
I did what I did
I did what I did
In my pocket that I earned
With a hammer and vice
If I could undo some things
And grow me some wings
Fly out of this quarter tonight
Yeah, tonight every man with a TV
Is seein’ a man with my clothes and my face
In the last thirty minutes
I’ve gone from a person of interest
To a full blown manhunt underway
I did what I did
I have no regrets
When you cross the line
You get what you get
Tonight a bleeding memory
Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
Screams ‘cross the Pontchartrain
I’m haunted by headlights
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
I’m a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for my get away keys
Wrapped up in the night
Hiding out in plain sight
But this grip’s getting tight around me
Ain’t no getting out
That I can see
They’ll take me dead
If they ever take me
Tonight a bleeding memory
Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
Screams ‘cross the Pontchartrain
I’m haunted by headlights
And a crescent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
What I wouldn’t do
For just one more kiss
I’m all out of time
Honey, it’s come down to this
I’m haunted by your hazel eyes
And this cresent city breeze
One wrong turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I did what I did
I did what I did
I did what I did
I did what I did