Ryan Adams - Folklore lyrics

Open window by the bed Used to sound of moaning trains I had a blanket of my own That I would share now and again I had a police car Had a fire truck and things I didn't like it much First time they came after me But it's all just folklore now It's washed out in blood and memories Yeah it's all just folklore now That's all I'll ever let it be My momma used to cry little girl She'd cry and everybody'd leave The kitchen led to the back porch Back porch led to fenced in trees I had a police car Had a fire truck and things I had a flat tire on my bicycle That I wished could grow some wings When it's all just folklore now It's washed out in blood and memories Yeah it's all just folklore now That's all I'll ever let it be