Knives Of New Orleans

Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar In my pocket that I earned With a hammer and vice If I could undo some things And grow me some wings Fly out of this quarter tonight Yeah, tonight, every man with a TV Is seeing a man with my clothes and my face In the last thirty minutes I've gone from a person of interest To a full blown manhunt underway I did what I did I have no regrets When you cross the line You get what you get Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city breeze One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans I'm a ghost dodging bullets In all of these alleys Just looking for my getaway keys Wrapped up in the night Hiding out in plain sight But this grip's getting tight around me Ain't no getting out That I can see They'll take me dead If they ever take me Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city breeze One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Of New Orleans What I wouldn't do For just one more kiss I'm all out of time Honey, it's come down to this I'm haunted by your hazel eyes And this crescent city breeze One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans I did what I did I did what I did I did what I did I did what I did --- Knives Of New Orleans - Eric Church