Had enough empty cans for another liter bottle of rouge
She looked a shy 17, but her clip said .22
Been from Buffalo to Omaha to Hebo, dying to lose
With her daddy’s lucky numbers and the rich girl runaway blues
Hopping freight and bumming smoke
Plucking banjo for your dough
She makes bets with her devil
And she lives like it’s all on loan
She’s a ¼ Puerto Rican; she’s a ¼ always over the line
Some call her Pill-box Hattie, others call her Clementine
I got the ’65, blue and white, hell, it drives ½ of the time
And if she purrs real nice, I suppose I should let it ride
With an ass like Lorca’s throat
Game to shatter Verlaine’s nose
She wants to drink from The River
While she kills from The Drunken Boat
She says:
You’re walking awful steady
For a limp-dick livin’ on wine
You got a song for me, daddy
I could feed you for the rest of my life
Make it an old one, a new one
The Blue Dirt of Paradise…
Oh, honey, save it for The Crossroads
The boys are comin’ over tonight
A little blade pulled from the heart
Set it up, tear ‘em apart
I might speak in daggers
But I love like a steel guitar
supported by 11 fans who also own “Rich Girl Runaway Blues”
Floating on the carpet of lyrics, rhythm and sound. Hunting pedal steel and a wonderful pure voice. Thank you Kiki! And thanks to Gill Landry, for mentioning your name.
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