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Paroles de la chanson My Americana par Tyler Braden
I think of Sixers by the side of O'Hogan Street
We haven't talked since you got the call
Wonder if it all's goin' right out at U.T
When you were mine
Felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime
The day you left felt like the day the music died
Don't know how our history is written in your mind
But in mine, it's
Marlboro Red, white lightning, midnight blue
Your mama's Honda, my Americana
2 a.m., come home with your perfume all on my collar
Dolce and Gabbana
And parking lots, coolin' them tires off
When I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two
We haven't talked since you got the call
Wonder if it all's goin' right out at U.T
When you were mine
Felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime
The day you left felt like the day the music died
Don't know how our history is written in your mind
But in mine, it's
Marlboro Red, white lightning, midnight blue
Your mama's Honda, my Americana
2 a.m., come home with your perfume all on my collar
Dolce and Gabbana
And parking lots, coolin' them tires off
When I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer
My Americana was you
Those days of gold, you hangin' off my shoulder
And when it got cold at the Watertown drive- in
We used to shine like a Super 8 sign
But we only burned bright that high that time when
Marlboro Red, white lightning, midnight blue
Your mama's Honda, my Americana
2 a.m., come home with your perfume all on my collar
Dolce and Gabbana
And parking lots, coolin' them tires off
When I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer
My Americana was you
My Americana was you
Those days of gold, you hangin' off my shoulder
And when it got cold at the Watertown drive- in
We used to shine like a Super 8 sign
But we only burned bright that high that time when
Marlboro Red, white lightning, midnight blue
Your mama's Honda, my Americana
2 a.m., come home with your perfume all on my collar
Dolce and Gabbana
And parking lots, coolin' them tires off
When I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer
My Americana was you
My Americana was you
When you were mine
Felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime
The day you left felt like the day the music died
Don't know how our history is written in your mind
But in mine, it's
Marlboro Red, white lightning, midnight blue
Your mama's Honda, my Americana
2 a.m., come home with your perfume all on my collar
Dolce and Gabbana
And parking lots, coolin' them tires off
When I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer
My Americana was you
Mm, my Americana was you
When you were mine
Felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime
The day you left felt like the day the music died
Don't know how our history is written in your mind
But in mine, it's
Marlboro Red, white lightning, midnight blue
Your mama's Honda, my Americana
2 a.m., come home with your perfume all on my collar
Dolce and Gabbana
And parking lots, coolin' them tires off
When I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer
My Americana was you
Mm, my Americana was you
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