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Cheyenne Sunrise Lyrics
When I left I wasn't thinking
That I wasn't coming home
But first Al Green
And then Barry White
Convinced me not to go
And I didn't come home for fighting
I came to bandage up my hand
And if you're gonna talk to me like that
Then I'll just go back out again
Wipe that chip right off your shoulder
We ain't getting any younger
Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things they seem much harder
Some other things stay soft
We're tipping over in the taprooms
We're shooting through the ceiling
We're dying in the bathrooms
And we're living
For that one sweet, fleeting feeling
I know my cough sounds awful
Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe
But I'm glad it's just my body
I do my business on the street
We ain't getting any younger
Tomorrow night we'll be that much older
Some kids are growing awkward
And some kids are going off
We're fingering the punch bowl
We're feeding from the trough
There's nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise
To make us has-beens feel too old
I'm with the Christian soldiers
We're gonna bash right through your borders
I bet your next party gets sketchy
I saw the new kids nodding off
Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things seem much harder
Some other things stay soft
That I wasn't coming home
But first Al Green
And then Barry White
Convinced me not to go
I came to bandage up my hand
And if you're gonna talk to me like that
Then I'll just go back out again
We ain't getting any younger
Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things they seem much harder
Some other things stay soft
We're shooting through the ceiling
We're dying in the bathrooms
And we're living
For that one sweet, fleeting feeling
Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe
But I'm glad it's just my body
I do my business on the street
Tomorrow night we'll be that much older
Some kids are growing awkward
And some kids are going off
We're fingering the punch bowl
We're feeding from the trough
To make us has-beens feel too old
We're gonna bash right through your borders
I bet your next party gets sketchy
I saw the new kids nodding off
Some things are falling off
Some things seem much harder
Some other things stay soft
Song Info
Submitted by
shrodes On Jul 02, 2008
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This is such a beautiful song, and compared to other Hold Steady songs, this is pretty self-explanitory.
"I didn't come home for fighting I came to bandage up my hand" Amazing.
Yeah, but you gotta admit the last stanza is quite interesting ;)
Yeah, but you gotta admit the last stanza is quite interesting ;)
WoW. I've impressed myself. I just realized how it ties in with Al Green's and Barry White's music. There is a connection!
WoW. I've impressed myself. I just realized how it ties in with Al Green's and Barry White's music. There is a connection!
"I'm with the Christian soldiers We're gonna bash right through your borders I bet your next party gets sketchy I saw the new kids nodding off"
should be:
"Onward, Christian soldiers We're gonna bash right through your borders I bet your next party gets sketchy I saw the new kids nodding off"
It might be "bash back through your borders", too, but I'm not sure. It's definitely "onward", though, a reference to the hymn: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onward,_Christian_Soldiers