One ROUGH take...acapella
We're an eclectic group of winos and scofflaws just rolling with the flow.
Story behind the song
Georgia boy tries to hit the bigtime in NYC...
Lyrics
Southern Shade
© Ben Burton April 19, 2007
V1
The ash is almost to the filter
Take one last pull of nicotine
Then flip the butt, as pigeons scatter
Notice the burn hole in my jeans
V2
A few greenbacks stuffed in my pockets
Will only get me halfway home
Late summer wind hooks 'round the corner
My cowboy hat flies off and rolls
CHORUS
Looks like I made a big mistake
They wouldn't let me catch a break
For now I need a slower pace
Down in some quiet Southern shade...Southern shade
V3
Those taxi horns get so annoying
Like tiny hammers on my brain
Blood in my shoe since early morning
Stepped off a curb on Fifth and Main
V4
The license plate read Massachusetts
They didn't stop to check me out
Screwed up my knee, but I got even
Left a big dent, in their Royale
Looks like I made a big mistake
They wouldn't let me catch a break
For now I need a slower pace
Down in some quiet Southern shade...Southern shade
V5
This bus stop bench is full of splinters
Nearby there's coneys on the grill
But I still have some chocolate candy
And anyway, can't spare the bills
BRIDGE
'bout everything I own is in this backpack
Rolled the dice on nothing ventured nothing gained
Just another crapped out farm boy, who tried to make a name
In a city of eight million, not a single one to blame
FINAL CHORUS
Looks like I made a big mistake
I guess that's just the way it breaks
But all's okay that ends okay
I'll hitchhike if I have to, come tomorrow
And end up in some quiet southern shade
TAG
Yeah, I'll be getting close to Georgia come tomorrow
And find my little piece of Southern shade...Southern shade
