Letras
My eyes are hazy
My spirit's weak
I can run with the best of 'em
But my legs have gone to sleep
Switch on the bright lights
Turn on this town
Tell the Ledger-Star the prodigal son of a bitch is comin' round
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
I woke this mornin'
A ball full of rage
A heart full of burnin' fire was beatin' on its cage
Mom has gone to heaven
Dad is fairly well
Sister's got her hands too full
And I've gone all to hell
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
Dance with me until the boiling fever's sweated out
'Til the pales of grief run bottomless
On the flames that brought the drought
Switch on the bright lights
Turn on this town
Run me through 'til I turn to powder
And dash me on the ground
Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn