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Slingshot Miracle
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On the Line
She never called him by his first name For the eight months they ran on She just said, 'Boy, come over' When she called him up at all But to him she was an angel That had fallen from the clouds It was his dumb luck that he looked straight up As she nose-dived to the ground
A man who's served learns patience With time enough to kill For weeks he'd wait like a coiled snake For a word from her, or the rumor mill 'Cuz she could slip away like whiskey On a full moon summer's eve Come back around in a nearby town Half a deck tucked up her sleeve
He never saw the sun play on her hair 'Cuz the nights were all they had But when she called he ran to her And in the morning she'd be gone Doubled down on a hard luck hand
Her voice Miami black strap Lips Tennessee mash Sweet nothing whispered sour Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Just wind blowing dust over her tracks
See, trouble's just like kindness On a coast swept worry clear Duty bound, when your guard is down To give its head a defiant rear He heard a snicker in the background When they put her on the line She said, 'Boy, come over' Like she was running out of time
'Now it can't be a gamble, If I'm already broke If I'm running out on my bar tab What does it matter how much I owe?' Tearing through the tree-lined backroads The radio claimed Delia gone He reminisced on her last kiss As the pines blinked off and on
He never saw the sun play on her hair 'Cuz the nights were all they had But when she called he ran to her And in the morning it was done Doubled down and drawing dead
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