Bootleg Blues

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Whiskey bloom lights the sky
Chilled moon in a Martini dry
White lightning sure making you fly
I can't tell what you're talking about
All these broken words are spilling from your mouth
and all the while, you laugh and you cry
Slow down baby, you're all confused
Slow down, you got the Bootleg Blues

I hear you're hanging with the Medicine Man
You got the flame and he got the fan
and he spoons it out- his own special brand
This love affair with Mad Dog booze

Got you losin' those deep down blues
But oh, you know, they'll be back again
Slow down baby, it ain't no use
Slow down, you got the Bootleg Blues

You've drunk so much that you can't slow down
It's barrelling through your veins
Must be illegal the way it makes you feel
You're so in love with your own damn pain

Remember when we'd fool around
After school when your Mom went to town
We'd mix it up-white, gold, and brown
But being sired on gin-soaked seed
He'd never know how we could bleed the bottles
Four fingers down
"Slow down!" you'd laugh, "Let me catch up to you!"
"Slow down, we got the Bootleg Blues!"

vocal: Les Sampou
harmonica: James Montgomery
piano: Janet Hood
5-string bass: Tim Archibald
electric guitar: Dana West
drums: Paul Caruso

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