Mark Lanegan and Mark Lanegan Band - Death Trip to Tulsa

I-I-I-I would been the son,
Waiting for your doctor
Are you gonna come?
My my my rumor in the song,
Think about you baby
Are you gonna drown?

Went down to the station
Find a horror scene,
Fell into the strangers,
Lonely lonely
Lord made me a poor man,
Lord made me a thief
A thousand miles in midnight,
To shine beyond belief
It's my last trip to the corner,
Now how am I gonna breathe?
A child upon his waste land
With teeth of a disease
Went down on the location
Find a horror scene,
Fell into the strangers,
Lonely lonely

Hi-high up in the air,
Look what you made me
You ain't never there
Death trip to Tulsa,
Know my supper son
Waiting for your doctor
Are you gonna come?

Went down to the nation,
Find a horror scene,
Fell into the strangers,
Lonely lonely
Lonely lonely
I-I-I-I would been the son,
Waiting in the sun
Would been the son
Would been the son

Written by:
Mark Lanegan

Publisher:
Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing

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