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Red Hot, Cold Blue

from The Gods are Made of Mud by Hot Damn Scandal

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whistlin' in the autumn breeze
eyes as red as autumn leaves
a dirtbag in the autumn streets

he walked in and he asked for me
a homegrown catastrophe
from thirty yards you'll hear the bastard breathe
and he'll gut you with a stare

CHORUS:
red hot
cold blue
top hat
home brewed
blown like brass
and break like glass
frozen solid
and meltin' fast

listerene in a brandy snifter
lookin' like a church's hobo dinner
he'll drown your words in a chocolate river

lamp light on the army faces
a veteran of the average hazes
split his head just to get off basic
reproachful revery

CHORUS

spilled blood over foggy diamonds
spent six long years a blind one
rolled up on a jail asylum

triple sevens are like regicide
you lose the grit and lose the testifyin'
a busy road and a lonely mind
point a finger, beg a dime

CHORUS

run along... sleep now...

CHORUS

credits

from The Gods are Made of Mud, released October 20, 2017
Pete Irving, resonator guitar & lead vocals
Lucas Warford, bowed banjo bass & vocals
Willo Sertain, vocals
Greg Alison, violin
Harper Stone, baglama

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