Mistress Named Music

I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling Yeah, she's long gone and I'm still chasing this song With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride I got a crazy heart, but I was born to lose it Married to a dream with a mistress named music No hope and squarely solitary Enough whiskey and Coke, boys, to get me in a bind Amps juiced, the whole damn block could hear me Even that cop car rolling past By the time they hit the front door I was out the back With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride I got a crazy heart, and I was born to lose it Married to a dream with a mistress named music White calloused fingers on bronze and nylon These same old boots are still tapping time Not quite the buzz I used to tie on But 'til I'm gone, I'll be chasing this song With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride I got a crazy heart, and I was born to lose it Married to a dream with a mistress named music Yeah, I'm married to a dream with a mistress named music