All Offenses

Room, two fourteen
Oh whiskey woman with tatooed sleeves
I see your face but couldn’t even guess your name
My Missouri night
I fell for sisters that fed me lies
Saying don’t leave until the morning shows

I am guitly of all offenses
Their lease on life should justify a sentence
My heart's filled with good intentions
But I'm acting like I haven't heard a word

I found that Austin keeps
My ghosts on 2nd and Trinity
Summer dames stirring like a hurricane
Oh, oh Illinois
You were the best thing sent to destroy
What I know but helping me to think of home