Friday Noir: Blood In Your Eye
My daddy used to say Nothing good happens after midnight.
My momma uses to say Why do you have to stay out so late?
Traipsin’ through the alleys,
Hidin’ on the backstreets.
Night usually starts at a place like this.
Grab a pint of Old Crow or JTS Brown.
That’s the way.
No tellin’ where the night goes after that.
Throwin’ dice, cards in the air, who knows what else.
It’s all about Saturday night.
Whisper your secrets to me, little darlin’.
Have some good fun, don’t end up in the clink.
I tell you, when I’m done with this life, heaven ain’t gonna want no part of me.
Remember better days.
Dream those get-away dreams.