Listen to me, boy...
He’s got white lashes and a lion’s soul,
Bought the bottle of grassy wine:
He dreamed of love and losing control,
‘Til someone crossed his dead-end line.
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Only six strings under your fingers,
Low groove voice and a husky laugh.
Sacred moments of cigarettes ’n’ bingers
To perform your expression of love.
Sell me your hope, lend me a smile —
I am trying to be gentle and kind.
You played that old six-string for a while,
But love was blind and you stayed behind.
Thousands of ticks and a couple more miles,
You drove your dad’s car into nowhere.
Noisy charm of news about crimes
Is your own lullaby for nightmare.
[CHORUS]
Only six strings under your fingers,
Low groove voice and a husky laugh.
Sacred moments of cigarettes ’n’ bingers
To perform your expression of love.