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Summertime
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Baby Please Don't Go
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Madame Red
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Madame Red
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM
My heart snapping like a castanet
I'm evasive in my bloodshot eyes
my fist as tight at the knot in my stomach
the sweetest fruit has a bitter rind
I like my French letters in a square envelope
my romance breathless like a knife to the throat
my heroes poisoned by a kiss of hope
people envy happiness but they love a good joke
I've got twelve bars of gold for every kick in the teeth
midnight creep to a howling motif
those who lack enemies are ruined by friends
I'm a poor boy fool for Madame Red
She drove a nail through my jukebox heart
jiving wild at a sawdust saloon
picked my shots over a carnival bar
danced ablaze beneath a yellow moon
Madame Red's got a 12-gauge cough
and a 14-carat smile
she was born on the road where I got lost
grain liquor dripping from her evil eye
If I fall for her love or just her tricks
I'm a crash test pilot with a pair of new wings
those who lack enemies are ruined by friends
I'm a poor boy fool for Madame Red
She's a shot of bourbon in the holy grail
a silver dagger in a velvet gown
a tin can tied to a hound dog's tail
a wishing well where a little boy drowned
Rub my muzzle in the truth
moonshine in the gutter, poison in the rain
I've got a Darwin for the booth
my lion heart flutters when I hear her name
Around her neck a little band of gold
big legs light skirt drawn high
the label on the hooch is a skull and crossed bones
I'm choking on a pair of loaded dice
I pray I get to heaven
before the devil knows I'm dead
I met her at The Gritseller's Tavern
the dangerous maiden Madame Red
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My sweetheart ran away
just as soon got married
my hands begin to shake
when I am filled with sadness
I drank a quart of whisky
I forget what happened
when I awoke it was a clear blue day
you might as well have laid me in my grave
I struck a match
it was snuffed in the wind
in the crosstown traffic
my head begins to spin
I jumped in the river
to wash away my sins
I put my shirt back on it was dirty the same
you might as well have laid me in my grave
I'll hustle up a fare
catch a train and ride
no-one in front of me
nothing behind
I laid my cards down
choked on the dice
nothing more to waste
but precious time
I picked up my shovel
no work at the levee
I started to sing
but my chest was so heavy
the bordello ladies
tried to tempt me
but I didn't have a single penny to my name
you might as well have laid me in my grave
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I Wanna Be Like You
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Take It All The Same
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM
I've got a poem in my brogues
a dream under my hat
a downtown alley roll-bones
sleeping like a rat
I drop a coin in the jukebox
hear the record play
take it easy but take it
all the same
I found a matchbox cure
I dial the number slow and hazy
her voice comes through so pure
asking, "where have you been lately?"
I say, "I can be anywhere
if you would name the place,"
take it easy but take it
all the same
With the lights down low
we share a joke, roll a smoke
with her hand in mine
she gets that look in her eyes
A whisper through a tin speaker
behind a barber shop
she says, "come on up
put your coat over the heater
help yourself to a Calvados
sit by the window,
look out at the rain
take it easy but take it
all the same
With the lights down low
we share a joke, roll a smoke
with her hand in mine
she gets that familiar look in her eyes
Black coffee, wireless news
hands shaking just to tie my shoes
I fix my hat to meet the day
I'm in bad need of a shave
standing in the doorway
smile on her face
take it easy but take it
all the same
take it easy - take it all the same
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