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  1. Whiskey Neat

From the recording Burn Like A Field

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I drink my whiskey, neat. I drink my whiskey sweet, and I am breathing out all of the city streets.
I’d like to try to find a hideout in Carolina and dance the blues right off of my feet.

I’m aching for the ground somewhere down next to Raleigh in a town
Where I don’t know a soul, save for you and the sound
Of the wind, blowing in. By the ocean we begin
To forget the pace of the places we’ve been.
I’d do away with the days that I spent feeling dismay
About the bills and the debts that I could not repay.
I’d kick the dust right off us from the city’s upper crust
And do just what we will, never what we must.

I drink my whiskey, neat. I drink my whiskey sweet, and I am breathing out all of the city streets.
I’d like to try to find a hideout in Carolina and dance the blues right off of my feet.

I’m hurting for a soft little loft where I’m kicking my shoes off
And then I ask you in, and the door gets locked.
You lay your back on the cracks of this sleepy little shack
Off a tired road on a tired path
Down by a creek, where the squeak of the floors don’t hurt the sleep
Of the neighbors hours that we choose not to keep.
And then if, I could drift from the valleys to the cliffs,
I think that I could find a good reason to give up my

Whiskey, neat. I drink my whiskey sweet, and I am breathing out all of the city streets.
I’d like to try to find a hideout in Carolina and dance the blues right off of my feet.

I’m hoping to be freed from this speed by an opportunity
To take the slowest ride by the fastest means
Down to the tide where I’d hide from the ebb and flow inside
This high-brow world and the times I’ve cried.
I’d sip on scotch while I’d watch how my lover went and got himself
Right into my mind into the lovin spot.
Where I am still waiting til both our glasses can be filled
With whiskey that we pour. And the hours we kill.

Whiskey, neat. I drink my whiskey sweet, and I am breathing out all of the city streets.
I’d like to try to find a hideout in Carolina and dance the blues right off of my feet.