The JudyBats - When Things Get Slow Around Here lyrics

You'd sit in my momma's kitchen And you'd pour your wine And I'd laugh til I thought I loved you With your eyes like coins With your eyes like coins and your renegade streak You'd tell your tales, tales I never believed Tales I now tell Wheen things get slow around here I'm breaking horses now Down on Hotchkissvalley Road You know, I've always been weak for the wild ones With their eyes like coins Somewhere between The leather and the hide The sickly sweet, the daily suicide, me Me I ride When things get slow around here The tales, tales I tell When things get slow around here