Lower Decatur Blues Lyrics

Across the Neutral Ground, passed the B.M.C

A busker bucket drumming at a quarter to three

Keep your head down, but don't stare at your feet

Somebody got stabbed last night

The Queen of the Quarter presides over court

The Duke of the Dark tries his hand at the sword

She eats him up just the like meat on her fork

He didn't even put up a fight

Follow the river down to the side of town where the night people go to meet

Down on Decatur where late gets later and the sidewalk sticks to your feet

Drugs in your hand, a one night stand, you got a reason to stay awake

Ain't no heart that likes to play in the dark that doesn't know how to break

Sunglasses, eyelashes, dye in her hair

She doesn't own a single set of underwear

Says it's gonna me a dollar to stare

I put my money down

Whiskey and Water, Bourbon and Coke

Drinkin' all my money till I'm good and broke.

Playing chicken with my liver trying not to choke

Don't turn this car around

Rattle them bones, Rattle that can

Shake what you got to an old jug band

Nickel Quarter Dollar, better pay the man

If you want to get your thrills

Blood on the carpet, Blood on the walls

Blood on the seat of the bathroom stall

Looking at your phone for somebody to call

But you forgot to pay the bill

Follow the river down to the side of town where the night people go to meet

Down on Decatur where late gets later and the sidewalk sticks to your feet

Drugs in your hand, a one night stand, you got a reason to stay awake

Ain't no heart that likes to play in the dark that doesn't know how to break