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lyrics
Blonde bombshell detonating nightly at the Ace of Spades motel
Sweet talking like a chocolate-covered lemonade fresh brewed from the well
She's shaping up to be the sort of trouble that Coronas can't chase away
Cut up the lime, finish the rhyme, the sun still shines today
In my hammock, out of mind, out of sight
Tracing her face in the pale moon light
Fresh burnt fireflies won't lie, no they won't lie
I can play Blackjack blind
Bottle lightning in my mind
Turn away the ocean's tide
But I just can't figure out
What her eyes they silently shout
Can't turn her tears to wine
Can't turn her tears to win
Kick-start a fairy-tale about a veil on a sandy beach
Waves crash, sand absorbs the ash, but the smoke's still out of reach
Breathe deep, deep enough to dive down through the heavens and into cloud nine
That's where it's at, that's where I belong
With my blonde bombshell and my troubles long gone
In my hammock, out of mind, out of sight
Tracing her face in the pale moon light
Fresh burnt fireflies won't lie, no they won't lie
I can play Blackjack blind
Bottle lightning in my mind
Turn away the ocean's tide
But I just can't figure out
What her eyes they silently shout
Can't turn her tears to wine
Can't turn her tears to wine
In my hammock, out of mind, out of sight
Tracing her face in the pale moon light
Fresh burnt fireflies won't lie, no they won't lie
I can play Blackjack blind
Bottle lightning in my mind
Turn away the ocean's tide
But I just can't figure out
What her eyes they silently shout
Can't turn her tears to wine
Can't turn her tears to wine
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Mileage,
released October 5, 2015
John Gorman - words, music, guitars, drums
Clint Manning - bass, keyboards, production
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