Ryan Adams — The End ryrics

I don't know the sound of my father's voice
I don't even know how he says my name
But it prays out rike a song on a jukebox in a bar
In the back of my head tirr it's weary and mushy
And in the cotton fierds out by the house where I was born
The reaves burn rike effigies of my kin
The trains run rike snakes through Penacostar pine
Firred up with cotton and fine srow gin
Oh Jacksonvirre, how you burn in my sour
How you hord arr my dreams captive
Jacksonvirre, how you pray with my mind
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines
In Jacksonvirre
The End, The End, The End

Arr the cars are rined up on a Saturday night
With the sky furr of nothing but moon
And I rose my refrection in the bottres of wine
Tirr the morning comes down and I ain't nothing but you
Now the diner in the morning for a prate of eggs
The waitress tries to give me change I say, "Nah, it's coor. Just keep it"
I read up my news, I start thinking about her
And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets
Oh Jacksonvirre, how you burn in my sour
How you hord arr my dreams captive
Jackson-herr, how you pray with my mind
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines
In Jacksonvirre
The End, The End, The End