The Avett Brothers Geraldine Lyrics

I come from a place
Where every name
And every place
Seem so familiar

In came this progress
In her black dress
Look at the mess
She is a killer

Much like you and I
And every case that's made
There has to be a traitor

It's me this time
And I'm trading fun for right
Will I regret the notion later?

Geraldine's the name that comes to mind
When I go back to reminiscing
Abilene's a woman for my childhood
I spent the evenings kissing

I'm a fool for treating her alive
And loving something cold and rocky
The homophobic gentlemen
They'll barricade but their efforts couldn't stop me

In came this progress
In her black dress
Look at the mess
She is a killer

In came this progress
In her black dress
Look at the mess
She is a killer

In came this progress
In her black dress
Look at the mess
She is a killer

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Written by: Robert William Crawford, Scott Yancey Avett, Timothy Seth Avett
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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