Poor Places Lyrics

Wilco

It's my father's voice dreaming of Sailors sailing off in the morning For the air-conditioned rooms At the top of the stairs
His jaw's been broken His bandage is wrapped too tight His fangs have been pulled And I really want to see you tonight
There's bourbon on the breath Of the singer you love so much He takes all his words from the books That you don't read anyway
His jaw's been broken His bandage is wrapped too tight His fangs have been pulled And I really want to see you tonight
Someone ties a bow In my backyard to show me love My voice is climbing walls Smoking and I want love
My jaw's been broken My heart is wrapped in ice My fangs have been pulled And I really want to see you tonight
And it makes no difference to me How they cried all over overseas When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside
They cried all over overseas It makes no difference to me When it's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside
It's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside I'm not going outside I'm not going outside

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