Four 40s and the truth
A piece of ass in cowboy boots
A studded belt through her loops
The feral call of hungry youth
I tip to her my cowboy hat
She said to me, I like 'em fat
We went to dance and that was that
We drank 'em 40s and had a chat
Well, lace your honey, tip ‘em back
Sit your butt up in my lap
Send her roses and all of that crap
And if there's sweat in it, let it sweat
But if regret's in it, don’t say a word to me about that
Curlicue, she spun her yarn
She lived on edge in a run-down barn
Her life a sock she always had to darn
But baby, no, life ain’t no riddle
Just put your arm around my middle
And kiss my neck to that wild, screeching fiddle
Well, lace your honey, sip the sap
Put your paw in that there trap
Sing me fancies and all of that crap
And if there's sweat in it, let it sweat
But if regret's in it, don’t say a word to me about that
Yes’m, I drive cars so fast
Cuz nothing good is built to last
We felt the town in darkness careening past
"Why's it that we're leaving town?
Don't you like my friends around?"
I told her no, t'was time to go
Last song’s The Beach Boy’s “Kokomo”
Well, life is just a state of mind
Hope you like it like I like mine
Four 40s and the truth —
Slip on out of your cowboy boots!
Songs of timeless beauty and power in the mold of Vashti Bunyan and Nick Drake from enigmatic Los Angeles artist Shannon Lay. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 4, 2017