The Long Count
By TitanChord · Modern Cinematic Dark Country
Lyrics
Last bell rang in Reno, '99 Doc said son, you got a season left I been on borrowed minutes ever since — With a cracked jaw and a cracked head
There's a Holiday Inn on the strip Room 217, half a Jack Gloves on the dresser, Bible in the drawer — And my woman ain't comin' back
I'm livin' on the long count, baby Eight, nine, ten — and nobody's coming to drag me up I been countin' my own breath since the Reno fight And the count don't lie, the count don't stop The count don't lie, the count don't stop
There's a kid I saw on the news last night Heavyweight out of Dallas, undefeated, twenty-three He's got my left, he's got my chin, he's got my mama's eyes — And he don't know he's got me
I dialed his manager from the lobby phone Said tell him I been waitin' He said sir, the boy don't take no calls From dead men in arenas
There's a fight you take to win There's a fight you take 'cause you're owed There's a fight you take 'cause your last name walked away — And it's somewhere down the road Your last name's somewhere down the road
I'm livin' on the long count, baby Eight, nine, ten — and the kid in Dallas don't know my name I'll die before he learns it — And the count'll write the rest The count'll write the rest
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About this song
Genre: Modern slow-burn cinematic dark country, fight-night noir, mort
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