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, 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 mighta 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...