Long Island Sound Lyrics
| Song | Long Island Sound |
| Artist | James McMurtry |
| Album | Complicated Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| New Mexico’s lost in the back streets of Austin | |
| Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself | |
| Tennessee’s tight and he will not stop talking | |
| Somebody shush him ‘fore I have to myself | |
| I wrote that verse for the kids but I never did sing it | |
| I filed it away and forgot it in time | |
| My old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet | |
| Next to the closet the shotgun I got when I was nine | |
| If I had any sense I’d be way ‘cross the Whitestone | |
| I might as well sit here a while ‘fore I start | |
| Cause when the 5:30 rush hits the cross-island parkway | |
| It’s not for the squeamish of the gentle of heart | |
| I’d be stuck on the bridge in the right land at sunset | |
| Watching the boats with their snowy white sails | |
| Watching the sun sinking over the projects | |
| Laundry hung out of the balcony rails | |
| And where are you now my long secret love | |
| Where have you gone in your glamorous life | |
| Where are you now as the moon comes a-rising | |
| Are you somebody’s love, are you somebody’s wife | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y’all put your money away | |
| I’ve got the round | |
| Here’s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| I don’t know what goes on in those crumbling brick buildings | |
| They’re on the same planet in a whole ‘nother world | |
| I got a bay boat and a 401k | |
| Two cars in the driveway, two boys and a girl | |
| It doesn’t seem long since we came up from Tulsa | |
| Been here six years and I reckon we’ll stay | |
| The company’s not bad as the companies go | |
| They still got the health plan and they’re raising my pay | |
| And the kids all play soccer like nobody’s business | |
| My grandma says we’re just letting ‘em fall through | |
| They don’t go to church and we’re not gonna make ‘em | |
| They all drop their R’s like the Islanders do | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y’all put your money away | |
| I’ve got the round | |
| Here’s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| I remember her singing from that dusty old hymnal | |
| Smelled like tobacco from granddaddy’s pipe | |
| That old rugged cross ’til she took down the shingles | |
| You’ve never heard such a noise in your life | |
| I had a tire run low so I dug through the glovebox | |
| I needed the manual to locate the jack | |
| Found a couple old picks and a 20 gauge shuttle | |
| Left from a dove hunt a couple years back | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y’all put your money away | |
| I’ve got the round | |
| Here’s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| New Mexico’s lost in the back streets of Austin | |
| Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself |
| New Mexico' s lost in the back streets of Austin | |
| Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself | |
| Tennessee' s tight and he will not stop talking | |
| Somebody shush him ' fore I have to myself | |
| I wrote that verse for the kids but I never did sing it | |
| I filed it away and forgot it in time | |
| My old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet | |
| Next to the closet the shotgun I got when I was nine | |
| If I had any sense I' d be way ' cross the Whitestone | |
| I might as well sit here a while ' fore I start | |
| Cause when the 5: 30 rush hits the crossisland parkway | |
| It' s not for the squeamish of the gentle of heart | |
| I' d be stuck on the bridge in the right land at sunset | |
| Watching the boats with their snowy white sails | |
| Watching the sun sinking over the projects | |
| Laundry hung out of the balcony rails | |
| And where are you now my long secret love | |
| Where have you gone in your glamorous life | |
| Where are you now as the moon comes arising | |
| Are you somebody' s love, are you somebody' s wife | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y' all put your money away | |
| I' ve got the round | |
| Here' s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| I don' t know what goes on in those crumbling brick buildings | |
| They' re on the same planet in a whole ' nother world | |
| I got a bay boat and a 401k | |
| Two cars in the driveway, two boys and a girl | |
| It doesn' t seem long since we came up from Tulsa | |
| Been here six years and I reckon we' ll stay | |
| The company' s not bad as the companies go | |
| They still got the health plan and they' re raising my pay | |
| And the kids all play soccer like nobody' s business | |
| My grandma says we' re just letting ' em fall through | |
| They don' t go to church and we' re not gonna make ' em | |
| They all drop their R' s like the Islanders do | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y' all put your money away | |
| I' ve got the round | |
| Here' s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| I remember her singing from that dusty old hymnal | |
| Smelled like tobacco from granddaddy' s pipe | |
| That old rugged cross ' til she took down the shingles | |
| You' ve never heard such a noise in your life | |
| I had a tire run low so I dug through the glovebox | |
| I needed the manual to locate the jack | |
| Found a couple old picks and a 20 gauge shuttle | |
| Left from a dove hunt a couple years back | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y' all put your money away | |
| I' ve got the round | |
| Here' s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| New Mexico' s lost in the back streets of Austin | |
| Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself |
| New Mexico' s lost in the back streets of Austin | |
| Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself | |
| Tennessee' s tight and he will not stop talking | |
| Somebody shush him ' fore I have to myself | |
| I wrote that verse for the kids but I never did sing it | |
| I filed it away and forgot it in time | |
| My old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet | |
| Next to the closet the shotgun I got when I was nine | |
| If I had any sense I' d be way ' cross the Whitestone | |
| I might as well sit here a while ' fore I start | |
| Cause when the 5: 30 rush hits the crossisland parkway | |
| It' s not for the squeamish of the gentle of heart | |
| I' d be stuck on the bridge in the right land at sunset | |
| Watching the boats with their snowy white sails | |
| Watching the sun sinking over the projects | |
| Laundry hung out of the balcony rails | |
| And where are you now my long secret love | |
| Where have you gone in your glamorous life | |
| Where are you now as the moon comes arising | |
| Are you somebody' s love, are you somebody' s wife | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y' all put your money away | |
| I' ve got the round | |
| Here' s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| I don' t know what goes on in those crumbling brick buildings | |
| They' re on the same planet in a whole ' nother world | |
| I got a bay boat and a 401k | |
| Two cars in the driveway, two boys and a girl | |
| It doesn' t seem long since we came up from Tulsa | |
| Been here six years and I reckon we' ll stay | |
| The company' s not bad as the companies go | |
| They still got the health plan and they' re raising my pay | |
| And the kids all play soccer like nobody' s business | |
| My grandma says we' re just letting ' em fall through | |
| They don' t go to church and we' re not gonna make ' em | |
| They all drop their R' s like the Islanders do | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y' all put your money away | |
| I' ve got the round | |
| Here' s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| I remember her singing from that dusty old hymnal | |
| Smelled like tobacco from granddaddy' s pipe | |
| That old rugged cross ' til she took down the shingles | |
| You' ve never heard such a noise in your life | |
| I had a tire run low so I dug through the glovebox | |
| I needed the manual to locate the jack | |
| Found a couple old picks and a 20 gauge shuttle | |
| Left from a dove hunt a couple years back | |
| And these are the best days | |
| These are the best days | |
| Y' all put your money away | |
| I' ve got the round | |
| Here' s to all you strangers | |
| The Mets and the Rangers | |
| Long may we thrive on the Long Island Sound | |
| New Mexico' s lost in the back streets of Austin | |
| Carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself |
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