More songs by Tyler Braden
Lyrics and translation
Original
Every time June switches to July I think of Sixers by the side of Hogan Street.
We haven't talked since you got the call, wonder if it all's going right out at UT.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime.
The day you left felt like the day the music died.
Don't know how our history is written in your mind, but in mine.
It's Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my Americana. Two
AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce &
Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
Those days of gold, you hanging off my shoulder.
And when it got cold at the Watertown drive-in.
We used to shine like a Super 8 sign, but we only burned bright that high that time.
When Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my Americana.
Two AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce & Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
My Americana was you.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime.
The day you left felt like the day the music died.
Don't know how our history is written in your mind, but in mine.
It's Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my
Americana.
Two AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce & Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
Mm, my Americana was you.
English translation
Every time June switches to July I think of Sixers by the side of Hogan Street.
We haven't talked since you got the call, wonder if it all's going right out at UT.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime.
The day you left felt like the day the music died.
Don't know how our history is written in your mind, but in mine.
It's Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my Americana. Two
AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce &
Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
Those days of gold, you hanging off my shoulder.
And when it got cold at the Watertown drive-in.
We used to shine like a Super 8 sign, but we only burned bright that high that time.
When Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my Americana.
Two AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce & Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
My Americana was you.
When you were mine, felt like a leather jacket Elvis in his prime.
The day you left felt like the day the music died.
Don't know how our history is written in your mind, but in mine.
It's Marlboro Red wine lined in midnight blue, your mama's Honda, my
Americana.
Two AM, come home with your perfume all on my collar, Dolce & Gabbana.
In parking lots, cooling them tires off when I couldn't keep my hands on ten and two.
Fast cars, heartbreak, good girls don't stay longer than the summer. My
Americana was you.
Mm, my Americana was you.