Death Trip to Tulsa - Mark Lanegan Band

I-I-I-I would been the son,

Waiting for your doctor

Are you gonna come?!

My my my rumour in the song,

Think about you baby

Are you gonna drown?!

Went down to the station

Find a horror scene,

Fell into the strangers,

Lonely lonely.

Lord made me a poor man,

Lord made me a thief

A thousand miles in midnight,

To shine beyond belief.

It’s my last trip to the corner,

Now how am I gonna breathe?

A child upon his waste land

With teeth of a disease.

Went down on the location

Find a horror scene,

Fell into the strangers,

Lonely lonely.

Hiiiii-high up in the air,

Look what you made me

You ain’t never there

Death trip to Tulsa,

Know my supper son

Waiting for your doctor

Are you gonna come?!

Went down to the nation,

Find a horror scene,

Fell into the strangers,

Lonely lonely.

Lonely lonely.

I-I-I-I would been the son,

Waiting in the sun

Would been the son

Would been the son