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 glass 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 asses 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 kill, 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 asses 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

• Artist:Astronautalis
• Album:Cut the Body Loose