Ryan Adams - 29

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I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York

Just like a motherless son of a bitch

Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke

Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

I took a train and came up from Carolina

I was looking for something to do

Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me

With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes

I should've died a hundred thousand times

Teetering stoned off the side of buildings

Nobody loved me and nobody ever tried

You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk

I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out

He leered at my lady and then he touched her face

Thank God she had the money to bail me out

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie just like in the movies

Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on

Take me where the morning won't come

I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid

Until one day he wandered off and died

One night I went in the yard and dug him up

And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

I used to get loaded and baby I'd drive your car

It seemed like there was always a cop

Coming behind me and following close as they could

Eventually they'd just trail off

Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie just like in the movies

Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on

Take me where the morning don't come

I think I died a hundred thousand times

Mixing liquor with mystery pills

Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine

Face down out on the riverside

Most of my friends are married and making them babies

To most of them I already died

And whatever it is about you I've always hated

Is something about myself I just couldn't hide

And I'm going going baby I'm gone

So cry me a river to the other side of the morning

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come

To where the morning won't come....

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