Sean Mcconnell Wrong Side Of Town
We were talking about Nirvana
On St. Claude Avenue
You always had a flare for drama
You said "Cobain was the white boy's blues"
I laughed and you threw your head back
Lit one up, rolled the window down
We went cruisin' through a Louisiana night
On the wrong side of town
Oh, the luxury of innocence
With a summer just to kill
We made all kinds of promises
But fate don't bend to no mans will
We had dreams, just busting at the seams
But somehow we got turned around
Things got crazy in the Christian city haze
On the wrong side of town
Now all the Chevrolet's are up on blocks
And missing all the tires
Rusted, wrought on, graveyard parking lots
Tennis shoes on telephone wires
I bet this place had glory days
But just look at it now
We're both thinking things that we can't say
On the wrong side of town
I hear the humming of the highway
Through the low hanging bayou trees
It's so damn close, as the crow flies
But the switchbacks in the dead end streets
Got me thinking that this ship is really sinking
And, love, if it's going down
What do you say we got out guns 'ablazing
On the wrong side of town
All the Chevrolet's are up on blocks
And missing all the tires
Rusted, wrought on, graveyard parking lots
Tennis shoes on telephone wires
I bet this place had glory days
But just look at it now
We're both thinking things that we can't say
On the wrong side of town
But we can't seem the drive away
On the wrong side of town
