Slick & Delta Queen
She'll be in Denver come the break of dawn
Her calloused heart, her regale charm
Graced the city in his open arms
And his bed come tonight
But me I'm stranded down on silver street
Just throwing bottles at the delta queen
She passes slow like your memory
Makes the bin floats out of sight
Austin Texas Matress on the floor
We buy some grass from the kid next door
We bitch of love as if it was a chore
But we made it to ease both our minds
First time I lost you was a mean curve ball
Thrown in Las Vegas down a a hotel hall
Why we stuck it out then I can't recall
Seems my honesty's is always on trial
And I never once called you "baby"
I never once called you anything
Oh, I never once called you "baby"
I always thought you were more to me
I saw him coming with his suit and tie
His hair slicked back looked a lot like mine
But that was years ago and over time
Lost my scissors, my comb and my style
And how he watched us as at the table there
As we caught up on our winning wares
Our escapades, our life ain't fares
And how you'll be leaving with him tonight
And I bet he calls you "baby"
I never once called you anything
Oh, I bet he calls you "baby"
I always thought you were more to me
So if I'm breathing on some solid ground
And what went up the river comes back down
Maybe we'll meet again next time around
And talk of those vagabond times
Keep all your stubbornness and pretty smile
Keep all your dreams about that unborn child
Keep both your feet out the wedding isle
Now I'll keep you in the back of my mind
Her calloused heart, her regale charm
Graced the city in his open arms
And his bed come tonight
But me I'm stranded down on silver street
Just throwing bottles at the delta queen
She passes slow like your memory
Makes the bin floats out of sight
Austin Texas Matress on the floor
We buy some grass from the kid next door
We bitch of love as if it was a chore
But we made it to ease both our minds
First time I lost you was a mean curve ball
Thrown in Las Vegas down a a hotel hall
Why we stuck it out then I can't recall
Seems my honesty's is always on trial
And I never once called you "baby"
I never once called you anything
Oh, I never once called you "baby"
I always thought you were more to me
I saw him coming with his suit and tie
His hair slicked back looked a lot like mine
But that was years ago and over time
Lost my scissors, my comb and my style
And how he watched us as at the table there
As we caught up on our winning wares
Our escapades, our life ain't fares
And how you'll be leaving with him tonight
And I bet he calls you "baby"
I never once called you anything
Oh, I bet he calls you "baby"
I always thought you were more to me
So if I'm breathing on some solid ground
And what went up the river comes back down
Maybe we'll meet again next time around
And talk of those vagabond times
Keep all your stubbornness and pretty smile
Keep all your dreams about that unborn child
Keep both your feet out the wedding isle
Now I'll keep you in the back of my mind
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Writer(s): Kyle Craft
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