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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'm 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'm 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'm 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