She’s a redhead bluegrass Southern queen
your knees shake when you meet
baggy jeans, a quaint tattoo, artsy mascara that epitomizes every part of who
she is behind that gravel tone
that brings me to my knees
that woman kills me but to die is gaining more of what she sings
firecrack sultry and a penchant for dancing in rain
replacing all i’m tethered on
convincing me my bleedings not in vain
Boot to my neck she asked me
Honey do you love me back
i told her perfect love is fearful
you can never have enough of that
a fortnight later i was eye to eye
with her ex in the deep freeze of the garage
i asked her bout it she just said ‘cool heads prevail’ and carried on
She’s a redhead bluegrass Southern queen
your knees shake when you meet
baggy jeans, a quaint tattoo, artsy mascara that epitomizes every part of who
she is behind that gravel tone
that brings me to my knees
that woman kills me but to die is gaining more of what she sings
firecrack sultry and a penchant for dancing in rain
replacing all i’m tethered on
convincing me my bleedings not in vain
it hurt to lose her but a heart that wild can never be free
two paid the price for every dream I had she wished to too conceive
there’s precious names I’ll never use now with an ex to mark their grave
so much for mason anthony, so much for ryleigh grace
She’s a redhead bluegrass Southern queen
your knees shake when you meet
baggy jeans, a quaint tattoo, artsy mascara that epitomizes every part of who
she is behind that gravel tone
that brings me to my knees
that woman killed me but to die was gaining more of what she sings
firecrack sultry and a penchant for dancing in rain
replacing all i’s tethered on
convincing me my bleedings not in vain
//
i made an idol out of love
in pursuit of reigning in a wild
while tryna keep from losing all
my naiv’ty undefiled
the way you face is where you’ll drive
go all of fifteen miles
you better soon recalibrate
His Word’s more worth your while
it ain’t as spicy as what kid us ‘s calling love
but God and his good heart toward us
tastes better than twisted good intentioned sentiment ‘n’ unbridled lust
it’s in his spilled blood not mine that I trust
Braden
