St. Paul

I hit the city, oh, 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 there, and half to get me back Ah-ooh, ah-ooh Ah-ooh, ah-ooh I cut my teeth playing sad folk songs on a cheap guitar For all the counter drunks over at the Turf Club bar X's on my hands, but I'd sneak a little booze From a ponytail bartender with not a lot to lose Ah-ooh, ah-ooh St. Paul, all those nights you made me love you St. Paul, 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 Like St. Paul I cried a little as I watched the frozen Mississippi Fade in my rearview as I made my way to Music City Thought I might've lost you a couple U-Haul trips ago Then I open up my mouth and hear the Minnesota wind blow Ah-ooh, ah-ooh St. Paul, all those nights you made me love you St. Paul, 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 Like St. Paul I ain't gonna lie, sometimes it hurts You'll always be my first St. Paul, all those nights you made me love you St. Paul, 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 Like St. Paul Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh