Song Description

Slow burn blues

Lyrics

Well I heard you been talkin' in my neighborhood
Told my mother That I ain't no good
I'd ask my father, but he'd just say
"And a thing like that, and that's the price you pay"

Now you walkin' the streets with your slip-in mules
But you gonna be singin' them Sippie Wallace blues
And you've had your fun, and you've had your say
But the truth ain't in you and that's the price you pay.

My mother said, "Son, you ain't gonna last,
Cause whiskey and women are gonna cut you down fast.
And lyin' like that, it'll cost you someday".
And six feet under is the price you pay.