Drinkin' Straight From The Bottle
Straight-ahead slow C-minor blues. Sometimes you're holed up with the blues. It's a long night in a downtown walk-up hotel room. You're drinking straight from the bottle--living film noir.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Story behind the song
It's an homage to songs like Lonely Steet, and to Edward Hopper, and to all those movies in which the guy sits in a cheap hotel room, lit only by the flashing neon sign on the bar across the street. This song is in Warner Brothers black-and-white.
Lyrics
And I’m staring out my window in the purple neon gloom,
I’ve been staring out my window since the blues came in the room.
And I’m drinkin’ straight from the bottle, and I’m smokin’ cigarettes,
And I know it’s gonna kill me, but it hasn’t killed me yet,
So I’m sitting in the dark, waiting for the sun,
Waiting for my baby to come.
And I’m sitting at my table, and I haven’t slept a wink,
And my legs can’t feel to move me, and my mind can’t feel to think,
And I’m drinkin’ straight from the bottle, and I’m smokin’ cigarettes,
And I listen for her footstep, but I haven’t heard it yet,
So I’m sitting in the silence, waiting for the sun,
Waiting for my baby to come.
And this city is a graveyard, and my room here is my grave,
And the Lord can’t save my soul, there ain’t nothing left to save,
And I’m drinkin’ straight from the bottle, and I’m smokin’ cigarettes,
And I want to give up living, but I ain’t through dying yet,
So I’m sitting up all night, waiting for the sun,
Waiting for my baby to come.
And I’m drinkin’ straight from the bottle of Captain Morgan rum,
Waiting for my baby to come.
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