Notes on a River Town

I was steady making that white noise
But she didn't study no white boys
Skin smelled just like opium spice
Teeth stained red with Lebanese wine
Long hair hangs in sweeps of oil
Blacker than a cypress pool
Face bright with the last bull-whip thrum

Of bourbon burning on my tongue
I'm a' slide right in like a chaperone
Curvy little comma-like backbone
Dancing to the blues in our bathrobes
Hauling it in by the boatload
Glory days gone got us jack-knifed
Seven come eleven I'm a legend on ice
Waterlogged piano like heaven tuned down
So low the notes barely even making a sound
Wayward goes my appetite
Through ancient mud and seeds of light
Face bright with the last bull-whip thrum
Of bourbon burning on my tongue
I'm a' slide right in like a chaperone
Curvy little comma-like backbone
Dancing to the blues in our bathrobes
Hauling it in by the boatload
Wont you go on and give me what I came for
Wont you go on and give me what I paid for