Lower Decatur Blues
Across the Neutral Ground, passed the B.M.C
A busker bucket drumming at a quarter to three
Keep your head down, but don't stare at your feet
Somebody got stabbed last night
The Queen of the Quarter presides over court
The Duke of the Dark tries his hand at the sword
She eats him up just the like meat on her fork
He didn't even put up a fight
Follow the river down to the side of town where the night people go to meet
Down on Decatur where late gets later and the sidewalk sticks to your feet
Drugs in your hand, a one night stand, you got a reason to stay awake
Ain't no heart that likes to play in the dark that doesn't know how to break
Sunglasses, eyelashes, dye in her hair
She doesn't own a single set of underwear
Says it's gonna me a dollar to stare
I put my money down
Whiskey and Water, Bourbon and Coke
Drinkin' all my money till I'm good and broke.
Playing chicken with my liver trying not to choke
Don't turn this car around
Rattle them bones, Rattle that can
Shake what you got to an old jug band
Nickel Quarter Dollar, better pay the man
If you want to get your thrills
Blood on the carpet, Blood on the walls
Blood on the seat of the bathroom stall
Looking at your phone for somebody to call
But you forgot to pay the bill
Follow the river down to the side of town where the night people go to meet
Down on Decatur where late gets later and the sidewalk sticks to your feet
Drugs in your hand, a one night stand, you got a reason to stay awake
Ain't no heart that likes to play in the dark that doesn't know how to break
A busker bucket drumming at a quarter to three
Keep your head down, but don't stare at your feet
Somebody got stabbed last night
The Queen of the Quarter presides over court
The Duke of the Dark tries his hand at the sword
She eats him up just the like meat on her fork
He didn't even put up a fight
Follow the river down to the side of town where the night people go to meet
Down on Decatur where late gets later and the sidewalk sticks to your feet
Drugs in your hand, a one night stand, you got a reason to stay awake
Ain't no heart that likes to play in the dark that doesn't know how to break
Sunglasses, eyelashes, dye in her hair
She doesn't own a single set of underwear
Says it's gonna me a dollar to stare
I put my money down
Whiskey and Water, Bourbon and Coke
Drinkin' all my money till I'm good and broke.
Playing chicken with my liver trying not to choke
Don't turn this car around
Rattle them bones, Rattle that can
Shake what you got to an old jug band
Nickel Quarter Dollar, better pay the man
If you want to get your thrills
Blood on the carpet, Blood on the walls
Blood on the seat of the bathroom stall
Looking at your phone for somebody to call
But you forgot to pay the bill
Follow the river down to the side of town where the night people go to meet
Down on Decatur where late gets later and the sidewalk sticks to your feet
Drugs in your hand, a one night stand, you got a reason to stay awake
Ain't no heart that likes to play in the dark that doesn't know how to break
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Joyce
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