Cordie Stutchell

Was I troubadour or was I squatter
With blackberry whiskey in my gut at the alter
She sang out of key through the neck of the bottle
If the church bells ring, I won't know til tomorrow

Moonlight and moonshine- that's how I met Cordie Stutchell
That's how I met Cordie Stutchell

I mastered the art of head on collision
I was a thespian of poise and precision
She had a script for me already written
I prayed to the editor for some revision

Moonlight and moonshine- that's how I met Cordie Stutchell
That's how I met Cordie Stutchell
That's how I met Cordie Stutchell



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Writer(s): Andrew Preston
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