Ms. Evans' raucous lyrics about a hard-drinkin' woman and her hopelessly smitten lover boy inspired me to compose some hard-drivin', fast-pickin' music that heats their story up, I hope!
Lyrics
Lyrics by Donna Evans
Verse 1
Shes a candy, red hot
Fire whiskey, tequila shots
Shes waitin for me at the bar
Spends my money like a wild fire
Think Im scorin but I lose
Got the bottom-dollar blues
Verse 2
Hopin shes my Lucky Star
She plays me like a lotto jar
We cruise and smooze around
My ticker tapes a-runnin down
Then, some final rounds of pool
Goes my bottom-dollar blues
(16-bar instrumental fiddle and banjo solos)
Refrain
Sunday church Im confessin
Cant seem to learn my lesson
Party girls and booze
Give me the bottom-dollar blues
Verse 3
She always revs my engine
Sparing an intervention
Im addicted to the night life
We live the weekends right
For her Ill be the fool
With the bottom-dollar blues
Ad-libs:
Aint got no shoescause I got those bottom-dollar blues..
No gas in the tankcause I aint got no bank..
Folks lookin at me strangecause Im begging for their change
Think I better make like Dolly, and git t Parton from this hear woman, know whut a mean?
