Brass Knuckle Butterfly

She's a sailor's daughter
A brass knuckle butterfly
She grew up on the water down in North Caroline
These Pennsylvania winters are too cold for her southern blood
But she's got that east coast edge
Too hard to say she's had enough
I was coming down from a bad trip
I'd wasted too many years
I was playing my guitar one night
Singing for tips and beer
I saw that sailor's daughter sitting at a high top
So I walked on over
My guts all up in a knot
Sometimes the current is so strong
You've got to let yourself go along
And wind up better for it
You best not ignore the siren's song in rhythm with your heart
It ain't no siren's song when it's in rhythm with your heart
Well she smiled just a little
She never really let on
We wound up on my back steps
Two disciples of the dawn
I started standing a little taller
Got a little stream in my stride
Since the day I met my brass knuckle butterfly
Since the day I met my brass knuckle butterfly



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher John Rattie
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