FAULT COUNTRY                      © 2008 Acoustic Ross

don't let this be over
this is not how it ends
think about it a minute
can we still make amends?
i know that you're leaving, storming out in a flash
please just leave me some elvis and some old johnny cash

back in the beginning it was all sweet and nice
you were a zevon
i was a wainwright
we huddled together with one set of headphones
in one small apartment with one old gramophone

you were my bonnie and i was your prine
your john wesley harding
my own patsy cline
till that night in august at the start of the end
i brought home some son volt
you brought wilco instead

   it was clear from that moment 
   it was falling apart
   i broke out the buzzcocks
   you tore out the heart
   i fired the pistols
   you shot out the lights
   till, like richard and linda, we ended the fight

now i'm all alone in this bedroom tonight
and i've learned a lesson about music and life
for each upbeat single there's another sad tune
but for each broken record there's a johnny and june

don't let this be over
don't let this end rough
we agreed on todd snider
couldn't that be enough?
if i can't stop you leaving, throwing me in the trash
please just leave some elvis and some old johnny cash.