when i was only seventeen
in a beat-up wrangler with a console full of burnt cds
blew out my speakers with the same three wilco tracks
half a tank to get me there
i cut my teeth playing sad folk songs on a cheap guitar
for all the counter drunks over at the turf club bar
but i'd sneak a little booze
from a ponytail bartender with not a lot to lose
all those nights you made me love you
all the trouble we got into
i might run a million miles through a million cities
but there'll never be another one that's ever gonna get me
i cried a little as i watched the frozen mississippi
fade in my rearview as i made my way to music city
thought i mighta lost you a couple u-haul trips ago
then i open up my mouth and hear the minnesota wind blow
all those nights you made me love you
all the trouble we got into
i might run a million miles through a million cities
but there'll never be another one that's ever gonna get me
you'll always be my first
all those nights you made me love you
all the trouble we got into
i might run a million miles through a million cities
but there'll never be another one that's ever gonna get me