She had crimson velvet down her angel arms,
Not your average barroom lady, no
She was out to do her home some harm,
She put on that midnight lipstick in Daddy�s car,
Now it's on a rose red wine glass,
And she's clutching someone else's arm,
Well here the story gets confusing, yes it's hard to get it right,
But they found my Mama face down in a cold November night,
My Daddy gave up speaking when he heard that wicked news,
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I am I am the only son
Of a Louisiana cocktail and an Alabama gun,
My life's a list of things gone wrong,
But it sure makes one good country song
Scary how an old Hank Williams album howls,
The room filled up the snow white moonlight outside that sleepy Texas town,
Well I counted about three hundred dollar bills
Before I heard them angry sirens from every direction closing in,
The town-folk peeking out their windows at my hands up in the air,
Soon they're in the sheriff's handcuffs; soon they'll strap 'em to a chair,
And I know I pulled the trigger, but I didn't mean to kill,
I just panicked when that banker dropped his bag of dollar bills