Mark R Slaughter - Twelve-String Blues lyrics

Cigar O how she fogs the room lil' Betelgeuse reddens on the draw she's parked tucked inside the dryness of my mouth … Detuned courses ring to fingers steel blues cools the air I'm under call of axe we're mates bending out a ba** I hammer on to drift I, BLANK-FACE whisky-honed black-eyes cruise the abalone adirondack airs the tone to life She sings! my only need - a dozen strings