Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pony Bradshaw
Performer
Jedd Hughes
Electric Guitar
James Bradshaw
Acoustic Guitar
Charlie Judge
Accordion
Paddy Ryan
Drums
Russ Pahl
Steel Guitar
Sarah Buxton
Harmony Vocals
Tony Lucido
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Bradshaw
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jedd Hughes
Producer
Shani Gandhi
Recording Engineer
Gary Paczosa
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I had a dream that I was Van Gogh
Living like a vandal
In my tiny castle
I painted portraits of a mornin'
Coffee with my lord, he's still missin' his girl Mary
[Verse 2]
Ooh, we're talkin' dirty now, I like it when we move like that
Ooh, we're shapin' little lies on the tips of our tongues
Where you at, where you at?
[Verse 3]
She fancied herself a Rimbaud
Coming out that swamp slow, her head up in the cosmos
She's got them absinthe eyes, I told you
She's tryna break that mold, fool
I need a little strange fruit
[Verse 4]
Ooh, we're talkin' dirty now, I like it when we move like that
Ooh, we're shapin' little lies on the tips of our tongues
Where you at, where you at?
[Verse 5]
Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh
Where you at?
Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oh
Where you at?
Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh
Where you at?
Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oh
Where you at?
[Verse 6]
I drank the blues with my bourbon
Jimmy Reed's a sermon
"Little Rain" a-thundering
I stood up and started singing
I got all this feeling, I'm swinging from the ceiling
Written by: James Bradshaw