Notes On A River Town - Bradshaw Pony Lyrics
Notes On A River Town
But she didn't study no white boys
Skin smelled just like opium spice
Teeth stained red with Lebanese wine
Long hair hangs in sweeps of oil
Blacker than a cypress pool
Face bright with the last bull-whip thrum
Of bourbon burning on my tongue
Curvy little comma-like backbone
Dancing to the blues in our bathrobes
Hauling it in by the boatload
Glory days gone got us jack-knifed
Seven come eleven I'm a legend on ice
Waterlogged piano like heaven tuned down
So low the notes barely even making a sound
Wayward goes my appetite
Through ancient mud and seeds of light
Face bright with the last bull-whip thrum
Of bourbon burning on my tongue
I'mma slide right in like a chaperone
Curvy little comma-like backbone
Dancing to the blues in our bathrobes
Hauling it in by the boatload
Won't you go on and give me what I came for
Won't you go on and give me what I paid for