Fire On the Breath - Cutthroat Shamrock
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Fire On the Breath Lyrics
Well that big blue Cadillac pulled up
And he had more fire than such
Well he made it on his way
Each and every damn day
Just to get you all liquored up
Well a piper tin will get you torched
And will get you many more than sorts
Well they pried through their pockets
And they pulled out their wallets
Just to spend their wages on for a buzz
CHORUS:
A lute playing songbird
His belly’s full of fire
Singing on a back road
A moonshine drinking choir
My next of kin Campbell’s in a pen
For doing the same doings that I’m in
Well he got a flat tire
on a piece of barbed wire
and a revenuer ‘s caught up to him
Now he’s gone far far away
And I’m running every single day
Twice as much more
To make up for his chores
And I got the pearl pedal to the floor
A lute playing songbird
His belly’s full of fire
Singing on a back road
A moonshine drinking choir
That corn mash is smelling so fine
And that copper tubing is so divine
?That thump fox is keeping me
?That thump fox is keeping me
?That thump fox is keeping me in time
That big blue flame is what you want
And I haven’t had a man there stop
Well I’ll draw a line so fine
Just pour the good old times
A popcorn son’s got no moonshine
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