The Gaslight Anthem Follow

So The Ambulances Came,
They Took You Pulse And Packed Up Your Things.
And The Papers Read,
Some Boys Forgot What Heartache Brings.
And The Pounding In The Streets
Was Your Heart In Four/Four TIme.
And The Taste Of Defeat,
Was Never Too Far From Your Mind

And Maria From Nashville With A Suitcase In Her Hand
I Always Kinda, Sorta Wished I Looked Like Elvis.
And In my Head There's Always Classic Cars,
And Outlaw Cowboys Bands.
I Always Kinda, Sorta Wished I Was Someone Else.

So Gravity Came
And Stole The Temple That The School Boys Praised
The Crowds Shuffle In...
You're Getting Drinks For The Same Boys Who Once
Bought You Everything.
And The Powder On The Bar Was Just This One Time
And The Powder On The Bar Was Just This One Night,
And Only To Get By...

And Maria From Nashville With A Suitcase In Her Hand
I Always Kinda, Sorta Wished I Looked Like Elvis.
And In my Head There's Always Classic Cars,
And Outlaw Cowboys Bands.
I Always Kinda, Sorta Wished I Was Someone Else.

There Were Southern Accents
On The Radio As I Drove Home.
And At The Night I Wake Up With The Sheets Soaking Wet,
It's A Pretty Good Song Maybe You Know The Rest...

And Maria From Nashville With A Suitcase In Her Hand
I Always Kinda, Sorta Wished I Looked Like Elvis.
And In my Head There's Always Classic Cars,
And Outlaw Cowboys Bands.
I Always Kinda, Sorta Wished I Was Someone Else.

When Our Boots, They Hit The Ground,
They Made A High And Lonesome Sound

When Our Boots, They Hit The Ground,
They Made A High And Lonesome Sound

When Our Boots, They Hit The Gound,
From The Clouds Made A High And Lonesome Sound.