From the recording Touch The Sun
Written by Greg Paul Stone © 2012
Greg Paul Stone - Vocals, guitars, drums
Joe Hincke - Bass
Rod Fotheringham - Piano
Dirty blues about an impulsive guy who ditches parole and goes looking for some fun. All too late he realizes he may have found more than he wants.
Lyrics
I threw the baby with the bath water and said goodbye to that town
Went looking for the funky people they’re the ones who wanna get down
I nursed that wreck up across the state line
Find a little honey gonna have a good time
Well I got more chicken than KFC
The whole cell block will be proud of me
I catch a little speed and the madness begins
Honey starts a stick up and I jump right in
But Honey had some other plans I found out
Honey took the money and ratted me out
I ain’t one to go down without a fight
It took six of ‘em to get me in the squad car that night
If I wasn’t on parole I probably would’ve lied
If I wasn’t on the come down I probably would’ve tried
I’ll catch another long stretch there’s no doubt
‘cause Honey took the money and ratted me out
Copyright © 2012 Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]