Mistress Named Music

I still remember Miss Bessie singin'

Black wrinkled fingers on ivory keys

Just five-years old, my church shoes a-danglin'

Yeah, she's long gone

And I'm still chasin' this song

With a guitar full of freedom

And a head fulla lines

That nightlife full of demons

Has been a hell of a ride

I got a crazy heart

But I was born to lose it

Married to dream

With a mistress named music

No hope, and squarely solitary

Enough whiskey and Coke, boys

To get me in a bind

Amp's juiced, the whole damn block could hear me

Even that cop car rolling past

By the time they hit the front door

I was out the back

With a guitar full of freedom

And a head full of lines

That nightlife full of demons

Is one hell of a ride

I gotta crazy, crazy heart

And I was born to lose it

Married to dream

With a mistress named music

White calloused fingers on bronze and nylon

Same old boots still tappin' time

Not quite the buzz I used to tie on

But 'til I'm gone

I'll be chasin' this song

With a guitar full of freedom

And a head full of lines

That nightlife full of demons

Is a hell of a ride

I gotta crazy heart

But I was born to lose it

Married to dream

With a mistress named music

I'm married to dream

With a mistress named music