Autumn from American Midnight by The Tressels

The whiskey leads to talkin' and the talkin' makes me sad.
And the sadness leads to cocaine, and the cocaine killed my dad.
Well I just wanted to tell you you were the best I ever had.
But I promise not to tell you when I've been being bad.

Hey I might be autumn I'm as yellow as the leaves, but you don't get to come and go as you please.

I had a lover in the city, but she left town, and I wonder what'd happen had she stuck around.
I'm not saying that I would be married to her now.
Cause and alright life with an alright wife is all wanted anyhow.

Hey you might be autumn you are colder than the breeze.
But you don't get to come and go as you please.

I don't know your story, but I really need a friend.
So won't you introduce me to your white elephant.
Everybody leaves but they'll come around again.
With bigger boots to ruin your garden.

• Alt-Country
• Alternative
• Power Pop
• Psychedelic Rock
• indie-rock
• Pennsylvania