Neon Cain
TitanChord
Three-fifteen at the chevron sign
Coffee black and the horizon line
Brother's blood on a chrome receipt
Mile marker forty-three
And the neon hums like a hymn I knew
And the asphalt sweats out the night I do
And the radio plays a song I sold
And the gas pump's older than I am old
Neon Cain, neon Cain
Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain
Eighty-three was a hell of a year
Still got the smell of him here
Bought a coke and a paper map
Asked the clerk for the nearest gap
She had a face that I almost knew
She had eyes like the ones I drew
And the neon hums like a hymn I knew
And the asphalt sweats out the night I do
And the radio plays a song I sold
And the gas pump's older than I am old
Neon Cain, neon Cain
Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain
Eighty-three was a hell of a year
Still got the smell of him here
Some folks drive til the morning comes
Some folks count the borrowed sums
Some folks find a town that don't ask
And some folks wear a neon mask
Neon Cain, neon Cain
Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain
Eighty-three was a hell of a year
Still got the smell of him here
Still got the smell of him here
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Neon Cain
By TitanChord · Synthwave Outlaw Country
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Three-fifteen at the chevron sign Coffee black and the horizon line Brother's blood on a chrome receipt Mile marker forty-three
And the neon hums like a hymn I knew And the asphalt sweats out the night I do And the radio plays a song I sold And the gas pump's older than I am old
Neon Cain, neon Cain Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain Eighty-three was a hell of a year Still got the smell of him here
Bought a coke and a paper map Asked the clerk for the nearest gap She had a face that I almost knew She had eyes like the ones I drew
And the neon hums like a hymn I knew And the asphalt sweats out the night I do And the radio plays a song I sold And the gas pump's older than I am old
Neon Cain, neon Cain Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain Eighty-three was a hell of a year Still got the smell of him here
Some folks drive til the morning comes Some folks count the borrowed sums Some folks find a town that don't ask And some folks wear a neon mask
Neon Cain, neon Cain Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain Eighty-three was a hell of a year Still got the smell of him here Still got the smell of him here
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