Attila Ambrus

Girl, I'll make a mink stole from the Spanish Moss And drag a shot of whiskey up from the river bottom We ain't got to swallow our pride! Gimme a long kiss goodbye, hold your heart And be sure and tell 'em all just why I shot him Don't ever let 'em catch you cryin'! Come on, lady. I been waiting patient pacing playing the wall For maybe half of the night You been playin' hard to get, you taste your fingertips You dip into the glass and spin the ice The heat is on the kettle now, we'll never settle down And darlin' I ain't asked for life Let's blow some steam and spin across the planks and beams I wanna dance and shake the rafters and lights Old John Law's gonna drag our asses through the streets And when he slaps them cuffs on my hands I want blisters on my feet! I ain't never seen a man who could make sense Of what the good Lord is asking us right I wasn't born to kill, but baby That's just the morning's pill That we don't have to swallow tonight All our friends had bitter ends With broken bottle hands and cigarettes for lashes on eyes So, let's collapse on boulevards of bottle caps And sing a song for all the crap in our lives I know we got blues beating down our door But we got a time till sunrise, so flip that deadbolt And let's get back out on the floor Old John Law's gonna drag our asses through the streets And when he slaps them cuffs on my hands I want blisters on my feet! Embed