High Lonesome

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 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 patter 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
 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