Story Behind The Song
Wars were waged over women that men needed so badly they would kill just to cuddle. Women that were so necessary once before, but now they sadly inspire nothing...
And that urge is lost and the fiery desires are no more, and all those men finally lose interest and forget... Well only these women still remain.
Song Description
A long description; short... No woman should bareknuckle bar fight her way through such a hard little life, especially without someone there beside her who'll stop the bleeding when it comes to blows.
| Song Length |
3:20 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Country - Americana |
| Tempo |
Tempo Undefined |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Female |
| Mood |
Endearing, Terrible |
Subject |
Addiction, Numbness |
| Similar Artists |
Burl Ives, Jimmy Reed |
Language |
Cantonese |
| Era |
1920 - 1929 |
| |
Lyrics
BALLAD OF LITTLE LADY DRUNKENESS
Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford Hurst
12/29/2014
See her crazy in the mornings without a wink of sleep,
Drinking every nickel she manages to find,
And she used to be a beauty years back but looks never keep,
So now she's lit up like a cigarette all the time,
And she goes right on crashing but the bottom's never there,
Cause she should've hit bottom long ago,
Always sinking as she's drinking - but when she's drunk she just don't care,
That life she's living's gonna cost her the life she knows,
*** CHORUS:
So where's her passion - where's her courage,
Where's her beauty and all her blessings,
Where's her promise and her purpose -
And all the peace she once held inside,
Cause if blacking out were her profession,
Well she'd be working towards perfection,
Getting drunk with such devotion -
That the bottles always dry.
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And she's trashed before noon and always scheming to get more,
She's shameless about taking charity,
Only ever living for that feeling - of numbness to her core,
Forgetting every sorrow - guilt and grief,
And if that wine isn't there she goes and drinks my Listerine,
And she's minty fresh as she stumbles into town,
Where she begs on the street but at least her teeth all gleam,
As she sells that same sob story to anyone around,
*** CHORUS:
So where's her passion - where's her courage,
Where's her beauty and all her blessings,
Where's her promise and her purpose -
And all the peace she held inside,
if blacking out were her profession,
Well she'd be working towards perfection,
Getting drunk with such devotion -
That the bottles always dry.
And so she goes right on crashing -
But the bottom's never there,
She should've hit the bottom long ago,
Always sinking - always drinking -
But when she's drunk she just don't care,
This life she's living's gonna cost her the life she knows,
*** CHORUS:
So where's her passion - where's her courage,
Where's her beauty and all her blessings,
Where's her promise and her purpose -
And all the peace she held inside,
if blacking out were her profession,
Well she'd be working towards perfection,
Getting drunk with such devotion -
That the bottles always dry.