Story Behind The Song
Light psychedelic glaze flavor spreads out from the center of dirt-clumpin' blues rock, that's the title. Sweet drinking in Florida on a rainy afternoon, so much humidity, all the green of the plants pops that much more, the height of humble-living decadence, and love.
Song Description
Vocals echoing out of a little speaker in a giant wooden radio set, the nicest piece of anything in a tiny, mildewed, dirt-painted lean-to of rotten wood and tin, backed up against a slow river full of plants. The solo kicks in and you're in a sturdy rusty little boat on down this river, and some sweaty drunken longhaired redneck druid fucker is sweetly playing your way.
Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Blues - Country |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
In High Spirits, Engaging |
Subject |
Attracted, Crush, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
Similar Artists |
Led Zeppelin, The Black Keys |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
midnight with the lonely
crawl around in place
she said boy when you love me
i will fly on painted paper wings
when it gets down to the night
i ain't too good to drive
gonna grab your hand
i'm good to fly
when it gets down to the night
i ain't too good to drive
gonna grab your hand
i'm good to fly
she said you never talk to me
i said i watch you laugh
through your eyes at all these fellas
bringing sorry, sorry game
and you walk away
twisting paper flowers
she's painting on a glass of wine
when it gets down to the night
i ain't too good to drive
gonna grab your hand
i'm good to fly
when it gets down to the night
i ain't too good to drive
gonna grab your hand
i'm good to fly
for a boy who never talked too much
i got a lot about you on my mind