300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
The White Stripes Lyrics


I'm bringing back ghosts that are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror, and I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Well, I can't keep from laughin', spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color which never fails to turn me blue
So I just swallow it and hold on to it, and use it to scare the hell out of you
I have a woman, says come and watch me bleed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that and still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer, and one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it - the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm on this winter night
Every time you get defensive you're just looking for a fight
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem with almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim instead of playin' the fool

And the roads are covered with a million little molecules
Of cigarette ashes, and the school floors are covered with pieces of pencil eraser, too
Well, sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes, too
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone, will I still have these three hundred mile per
Hour, finger-breaking, no-answers-makin', battered-dirty-hands, bee-stung and busted-up
Empty-cup torrential outpour blues?

One thing's for sure in that graveyard: I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

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Written by: JACK WHITE

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Stefan Vitale

I'm bringing back ghosts
That are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself
Sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Well, I can't keep from laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off
Tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women
That I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color that never fails
To turn me blue
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
And use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman
'Says come and watch me bleed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime you get defensive
You're just looking for a fight
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
With almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
Instead of playin' the fool
And the roads are covered with a million
Little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
With pieces of pencil eraser too
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
Of my ashes too
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per
hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
cup torrential outpour blues

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes



Roiy Benkel

I'm bringing back ghosts
That are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself
Sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Well, I can't keep from laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off
Tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women
That I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color that never fails
To turn me blue
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
And use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman
'Says come and watch me bleed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime you get defensive
You're just looking for a fight
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
With almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
Instead of playin' the fool
And the roads are covered with a million
Little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
With pieces of pencil eraser too
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
Of my ashes too
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per
hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
cup torrential outpour blues

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes



Leonardo Silveira

(...)
I have a woman
'Says come and watch me bleed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues
(...)



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Poochy McDog

This song is incredibly beautiful and to me is honestly the best White Stripes song.

epic

Agreed.

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Ian

I've read that Jack had the idea for a song to use as many blues styles as he can...and this is what he got out of it. Such a great blues song. I love the laid back feel of this song. And of course it sounds like Zeppelin...they were a blues based band, this is a blues song. Thats what happens.

Liberté

This is magic. Just impossible to create it...

Davygrohlton77

This song is pure musical genius. It feels like every emotion flows right through it and into whoever is listening to it, And it feels so good.

David Antolinez

It is, if you check out the lyrics and the story of the band itself, the last song of the couple. It is the ultimate White Stripes song. Nostalgic, you can hear it in the melody and intense, you can hear it in the electric fuzz guitar. I would say, it is the most honest song I've ever heard.

Samstrat94

He's not playing in the style of anyone, it's his style.

Andrew Knapp

meanwhile incorporating Megs drums, he is a samurai

Hearthis

If all The White Stripes discogrophy were a movie, then this would be the credits song.

Thomas Andrei

If it's the opening credits, ok.

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