High on Tulsa Heat - John Moreland

Bless my sole

Baby get ready

I don't want to waste your time

You're the place I miss when my heart gets heavy

Trouble my tomb stone mind

Well me and my brothers dying too soon

We don't want to come back down

And I need you when the dark gets true

Dam every inch of this town

We were high on Tulsa heat

And lost in lonesome sound

We got wrecked on love and the heavens above

And now we're back on broken ground

Never been worse

Crafting quick money

Shooting through your last dime

Laying our bets down beaten and bloody

Glowing with a 5 cent shine

Well this cold house

Feel like running

Babe I want to watch it all burn

You know too well that you owe me nothin'

But you llive in all of these words

We were high on Tulsa heat

And lost in lonesome sound

Now we're back on broken ground