"Memphis & 53rd" lyrics

"Memphis & 53rd"

"Come on man," she said, "We have to leave this town
I can't stand another day without the rain."
I said, "We'll leave now. You can pack our things
Let me get the bill, and I can make it straight."
It was the same as yesterday

We'd been gone, and the miles stretched down the long road
We moved as fast as we could
Through the heat of the desert
And cruelty of that Buick's seat, just to keep on
Through the heat of the desert
And cruelty of that Buick's seat, just to keep on

That night we laid on the floor of the desert
But I could barely sleep, yeah, I had this dream
There was a man in a black car with a man in the back seat
And I woke up in a cold sweat with her lying next to me

We'd been gone, and the miles stretched down the long road
We moved as fast as we could
Through the heat of the desert
And cruelty of that Buick's seat, just to keep on
Through the heat of the desert
And cruelty of that Buick's seat, just to keep on

We sat on the corner
Of Memphis and 53rd
As they filled the tank, we had a drink
She whispered, "Let's get moving."

The next night we laid on the floor of the desert
But I still couldn't sleep
There was a man in a black car with a man in the backseat
And I'd wake up in cold sweat with her lying next to me


Thanks to TayP. for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Erin Johnson, Cory Murchy, Dave Knudson, Jake Snider, Matthew Bayles
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