High and Lonesome - Original - Jimmy Reed

So the ambulances came

They took your pulse and packed up your things

And the papers read

Some boys forget what the heartache brings

And the pounding in the street

Was your heart in 4/4 time

And the taste of defeat

Was never too far from your mind

And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis

And in my head, there’s all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands

I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else

So gravity came

And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised

And the crowd shuffled 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

The powder on the bar was just this one night

And only to get by

And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis

And in my head, there’s all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands

I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else

There was «Southern Accents» on the radio as I drove home

'And at night, I wake up with the sheets soaking wet'

It’s a pretty good song, baby, you know the rest

Baby, you know the rest

And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand

Always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis

And in my head, there’s all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy 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 ground

They made a high and lonesome sound

When our boots, they hit the ground

Down from the clouds

They made a high and lonesome sound