Six
Every night was a gamble
She never knew what she'd get
Cos she paid the cost
Each time he lost
At Milwaukee roulette
It was the sting of his knuckles
Or the stink of his kiss
Now and again it was both of them
When he drank a whole six
And six was the number
Short of lucky seven
Six was the number
Below the grace of heaven
Her skin bore haunted rainbows
Of yellows, blacks and blues
But fear would fade
Like a lighter shade
Meant a healng bruise
He'd bragged his old revolver
Packed a plow mule's kick
That night she knew he died with two
But she still fired all six
And six was the number
Short of lucky seven
Six was the number
Below the grace of heaven
Look closely on the road to hell
Cause the devils in the details
She could've laid him in fire
Let the four winds be his urn
But bein' down
In the cold cold ground
Would be a slower burn
She knows mem'ries and shadow
Are midnight's oldest tricks
So the howling wind just can't be him
Cos he's down a deep six
And six was the number
Short of lucky seven
Six was the number
Below the grace of heaven
The road to hell is bricked
With another
Six
Six
Six
(c)2006 Greg Cox/Robert George
I had you bookmarked, but didn't take time to listen to all your stuff. SIX is a great piece of music, compliments ! I'll check out somemore.