Adam Pickrell - Attila Ambrus lyrics

[Chorus] Girl, I'll make a mink stole from the Spanish Moss And drag a shot of whiskey up from the river bottom We ain't got to swallow our pride We ain't got to swallow our pride Gimme a long kiss goodbye, hold your heart And be sure to tell 'em all just why I shot him Don't ever let 'em catch you crying Don't ever let 'em catch you crying [Verse 1] Come on, lady, I been waiting patient pacing playing the wall For maybe half of the night You been playing hard to get, you taste your fingertips You dip into the gla** and spin the ice The heat is on the kettle now, we'll never settle down And darlin' I ain't asking for life Let's blow some steam and spin across the planks and beams I wanna dance and shake the rafters and lights [Pre-Chorus] Old John Law's gonna drag our a**es through the streets And when he slaps them cuffs on my hands I want blisters, blisters on my feet Blisters on my feet Blisters on my feet Blisters on my feet (And bring that chorus back for me) [Chorus] Girl, I'll make a mink stole from the Spanish Moss And drag a shot of whiskey up from the river bottom We ain't got to swallow our pride We ain't got to swallow our pride Gimme a long kiss goodbye, hold your heart And be sure and tell 'em all just why I shot him Don't ever let 'em catch you crying Don't ever let 'em catch you crying [Verse 2] I ain't never seen a man who could make sense Of what the good Lord is asking us right I wasn't born to k**, but baby That's this morning's pill That we don't have to swallow tonight All our friends had bitter ends With broken bottle hands and cigarettes for lashes on eyes So let's collapse on boulevards of bottle caps And sing a song for all the crap in our lives I know we got blues beating down our door But we got a time till sunrise so flip that deadbolt And get back out on the floor [Pre-Chorus] Old John Law's gonna drag our a**es through the streets And when he slaps them cuffs on my hands I want blisters, blisters on my feet Blisters on my feet Blisters on my feet Blisters on my feet (And bring that chorus back for me) [Chorus] Girl, I'll make a mink stole from the Spanish Moss And drag a shot of whiskey up from the river bottom We ain't got to swallow our pride We ain't got to swallow our pride Gimme a long kiss goodbye, hold your heart And be sure to tell 'em all just why I shot him Don't ever let 'em catch you crying Don't ever let 'em catch you crying