Another girl moved on, another deal gone down
Another big black cloud pulled too low over this town
I need a week or two of driving round
At a truck stop in Ontario
I meet an old hitchhiker, says he’s going wherever I go
The destination don’t matter so
Says they call him Saint Benzedrine
Though his stash ran dry in the 1970’s
Still a nickname tends to cling to you
Like a broke barfly spun out on stolen glue
Heading southbound along the Oregon line
Through Jordan Valley just hunting down a helluva time
At least a pretty voice to ease my mind
But it’s the same song in a different town
A couple Dolled-up Daisies
Come to spread their troubles around
Enough to make you want to settle down
And my new friend, Saint Benzedrine
Says these girls come easy, but The Love ain’t ever free
And them Old Boys in the corner booth
Got a lifetime of shit left to scrape right off of their shoes
On a half tank with a heart of clay
I hear Sweet Virginia spilling out upon the AM waves
Overthrown by The End of Days
Now we’re wondering what killed The Radio
I say it’s too much talk and not enough rock ‘n' roll
Turn it back to The Stones
‘Cause on a long drive with Saint Benzedrine
Don’t want to hear that Thin Man preach his fear to me
Give me some Richard Hell and a little Kinks
Give me some Irma Thomas with a hot back beat
Pale mama, long-neck bottle
(Words only dangle the soul)
Sick mama, can’t stop a coffin
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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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