Music

6-String Drag   Year: 2007 | Run Time: 4:44

Written by Bill Mallonee for CyBrenJoJosh (BMI)

these cars are moving fast tonight
just like a junkie's tongue
the doorman's got nowhere to go
there's no ruins to hide among
it was in the glow of tremolo
i knew that i'd been had
between the horns of bygone days
and this six-string drag

and the cops they're feeling anxious
and the drifters are hanging there
the yardman isn't looking
a little luck will do its share
of course it was vicarious jack
your books were in my bag
it's a little bit precarious
with this six-string drag

you can hit it good and clean
you can hit it with sustain
take the punch of a gut-level hunch
a buzzing in your brain
it was the sudden rush of reverb
kept the deal from going bad
between the seams of requiems
and this six-string drag

i dreamed a dream of thirsty men
all drowning like i feared
poured on me a river
made of my own tears
and the roses in the desert bloomed
i'd already turned my back
just to make sound check in time
with this six-string drag

i hear you travel far and wide
between the hard place and the rock
you got used to windows being darkened
doors all being locked
i sent a million postcards
each one better than the last
the only thing i kept for myself
was this six-string drag

ramping up and in the dark
it's where i'm always stabbing
if i get to choose my poison
well whatever she's having
it was in the glow of tremolo
i knew that i'd been had
between the far too empty glass
and my six-string drag

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