Attila Ambrus - Astronautalis

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!

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