I always get the itch to run
From anything under the sun
That could prove to be my saving grace
All in the name of glory days
From Carolina to home I came
And there I dug a shallow grave
With dark haired women and cigarettes
But they ain't put me in the ground, not yet
And it's been a while since I've bled
I chose a lonesome high, I guess
I've dealt my share of broken hearts
I fell in love and fell apart
Then rock'n'roll, it took my hand
Said it would lead me home again
And it's been awhile since I've bled
I chose a lonesome high, I guess
Dylan Mitchell - Lonesome High (Slide Guitar Version) Lyrics
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I always get the itch to run
From anything under the sun
That could prove to be my saving grace
All in the name of glory days
From Carolina to home I came
And there I dug a shallow grave
With dark haired women and cigarettes
But they ain't put me in the ground, not yet
And it's been a while since I've bled
I chose a lonesome high, I guess
I've dealt my share of broken hearts
I fell in love and fell apart
Then rock'n'roll, it took my hand
Said it would lead me home again
And it's been awhile since I've bled
I chose a lonesome high, I guess
From anything under the sun
That could prove to be my saving grace
All in the name of glory days
From Carolina to home I came
And there I dug a shallow grave
With dark haired women and cigarettes
But they ain't put me in the ground, not yet
And it's been a while since I've bled
I chose a lonesome high, I guess
I've dealt my share of broken hearts
I fell in love and fell apart
Then rock'n'roll, it took my hand
Said it would lead me home again
And it's been awhile since I've bled
I chose a lonesome high, I guess
Writer: Dylan Mitchell
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