St. Paul - Caitlyn Smith

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 me there, and half a tank 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