Fast Left Hand – Ray Wylie Hubbard & The Cadillac Three
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My grandma told my mama This boy gonna be the one Gonna have a fast left hand Same as the seventh son And then she lit a candle And set it on a rabbit’s skull She touched a 9-volt battery To a wad of steel wool
There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time
I was raised with the Pentecostal Believing the word was true When I was thirteen Got a flat top Kalamazoo Ghosts started howling Lightning lit up the dark Smelt like singed hair When they ignited Joan Of Arc
There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time
It’s a dimes worth of blues And a left hand with speed A swarm of yellow jackets Crows pecking sunflower seeds There’s a storm a coming I don’t need a lightning rod I won’t be pushed around Bowing to mediocre gods I always bless my food Even if it’s shredded wheat I don’t always see the light But I sure nuff feel the heat
There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time There’s a fire There’s a fire There’s a fire Burning all the time