So this is about pole dancing, and I wish you all an incredible week.
That went different in my head.
I climbed out instead, through the back windows of your Chevy Mississippi red.
Like a bourbon you feel so heavy, hanging in the air.
Like the flicker of your cigarettes, curling around your hair, shining.
Like the silver of your butterfly bullets, yeah.
Let me share your, let me share your, let me share your, let me share your bed, Mississippi red.
When I wrote you a letter that said you better not come back home no more.
Cause the bright lights of the city and temptation got you headed in the wrong direction.
Hopped a train in meridian with your head dead set on those Hollywood skies.
And now you're running from another Casanova blacking in your blue bird eyes.
Let me share your, let me share your, let me share your bed, Mississippi red.
You're dancing real slow.
You hear the hot rain of a drunk in the front row.
You put the makeup on, put the makeup on.
You put the makeup on, put the makeup on.
And now there's something wrong, well there's something wrong.
Oh honey now where else can you go?
Where else can you go?
Shaking like a fireball, burning bright.
But under both town lights you're looking so older.
You bought a ticket for a bus back home you're growing.
So tired of looking over your shoulder.
Take it down, take it down.
Queen Jezebel won't you swing your hips around won't you?
Stay around to light the lonely and the pretty light the moon over this city.
Let me share your, let me share your, let me share your bed, Mississippi red.
Let me share your, let me share your, let me share your bed, Mississippi red.
Mississippi red, Mississippi red.
Thank you for watching.
