Testo Merchant's Lunch - Austin Lounge Lizards
Testo della canzone Merchant's Lunch (Austin Lounge Lizards), tratta dall'album Central Texas Bluegrass, Vol. 2
I took a walk
He was walking up and down Broadway
I was looking
Had an eye out for a swell cafe
I was hungry
He was sounding for a bite to munch
I found a spot
He took a table at the Merchant's Lunch
Oh, the Merchant's Lunch
It was an ocean of gloom
It looked like half past midnight in the afternoon
Down by the bar
The rat-faced manager was pouring suds
For the boys
Trilly cowboys in their goodwill duds
And the girls
A pride of pedal-pushing pinball queens
Chewing gum
In sweaty combat at the wizard machines
But the queen of them all
Looking big as a fort
Was Broadway Brenda and her derelict court
I ordered a blue plate special
And peered out through the room
Just to see what class of citizens
Inhabited this gloom
And the hapless visages I saw
Were innocent of cheer
Though mirthless laughter filled the air
Inspired by wine and beer
From these helpless accidents
Of fortune's careless aim
Broadway Brenda rose upon
Her queen-size six-foot frame
I turned away to shun her eyes
But I knew it was too late
A hand fell on my shoulder
As my gaze fell on my plate
I looked her up and over
And she did the same to me
Her teeth were green
As green as garden peas
She shaped her hair
With dishpan fingertips
An earthquake of excitement
Shook her Krakatoan hips
Her hands went to her bosom
A hush fell on the crew
And Acre of Brenda lay exposed to view
These fevered words she whispered
As he gazed upon the scene
"It's a custom here at Merchant's Lunch
To entertain the queen"
I grabbed my hat
And in an instant he was on his feet
I was sober as a judge
Down at the county seat
He kept his diesel up to eighty
Way past Baton Rouge
Made it back to Beaumont for the evening news
He owns a white lowrid
I paid thousands in tax
He's gonna keep it in Texas
I ain't leaving for snacks
He's a driving fool
The interstate belongs to me
But I'm never going back
To the state of Tennessee
Oh, the Merchant's Lunch
It was an ocean of gloom
It looked like half past midnight in the afternoon
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Tommy"thompson", Phillip Michael Craver, Charles "tommy" Thompson
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