Faulkner Street(Album Version) - Hayes Carll

Faulkner Street - Hayes Carll
The record player's scratchin'
Out an old and dusty tune
On the front porch
On a Sunday on an Arky afternoon
We were lyin' 'round like gypsies
Thinkin' about goin' to town
And Jimmy's drinkin' whiskey straight
And lyin' in the shade Jamie's
Dancin' round the kitchen with
A glass of lemonade
Lookin' like an angel who's
Never gonna touch the ground
Trouble in mind
How'd we ever lose that time
Livin' for the best
Leavin' all the rest behind
Now them boys from Morgan County
There a comin' out tonight
With country on the radio
And trouble in there eyes
They come walkin' up the driveway
Singin' about the night before
And we'll head up to the mountain
Pick-up trucks and old guitars
We'll all smoke m*******a as we
Look up at the stars Raisin' hell for hours
Until we can't take any more
Trouble in mind
How'd we ever lose that time
Livin' for the best
Leavin' all the rest behind
Now there's a picture on the mantle top
Filled with old regrets There are times
I remember and time things
I won't forget I'd call you up but tell you
But baby we've been gone too long
That porch is just a memory and the record
Player's broke The hills have gone to houses
And Jimmy's gone to smoke
I'd do the whole thing over
Darlin' just to hear that song
Trouble in mind
How'd we ever lose that time
Livin' for the best
Leavin' all the rest behind
Livin' for the best
Leavin' all the rest behind