We met at the next whiskey bar.
"C'mon now touch me babe" you said.
I told you I was no easy ride,
I'm no LA woman.
"You make me real" you said,
"A crawling king snake"
"Wait until the war is over" I replied
And we're both a little older.
"I will never treat you mean,
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been," you replied.
Well, I've been down so goddamn long
That you looked like up to me.
I tried to run, tried to hide.
"Trying to tell me no one understands" you said
"Let me break on through to the other side."
I can't seem to find the right lie,
So I looked at you, you looked me,
I smiled at you, you smiled at me.
"It's time to change the weather, change your luck"
All our lives we sweat and save
Must be something else.
There is Freedom in my eyes
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
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