the tenth shot

[Verse 1]
Dust in my skin, left the Texas heat blazing right outside the door,
Walked in this place just to drown my pain, talk to me, give me some more.
The bar is empty, through cigarette smoke, a slide-guitar softly cries,
Singing that hope is still running alive, and my luck is about to rise.
Late-night saloon where the heavy trap bass is hitting me right in the chest,
I’ll catch my breath and I’ll hit the road, a long rugged way to my quest.
You pour that fire right into my glass, I’m striking a match for a light,
Catching your hook, blurring all of the lines, sorry baby, old habits die hard tonight.
Them tight-fitting jeans, my trusty old Colt — yeah, the night is about to get hot,
But while the beat lazily bounces the blues, don't tell me it's time on the clock.

[Chorus]
Don't rush me now, baby,
Let me finish my whiskey,
Fire and ice in the shot,
Number ten on the spot.
 
[Verse 2]
Darkness outside, and the desert moonlight is cutting right through the haze,
Towel on the counter, you turn off the lights, as we finish this wild cabaret.
Taking a step, and the sound of your heels is beating straight into my brain,
You got them demons, I got them rounds, and gray desert sand for the pain.
You sit on the edge of the table right there, your foot on the chair with some grace,
The Texas wind died, like the whole damn town fell asleep in a permanent space.
Your fingers are touching the rim of the glass, where ice melts away in the dark,
We are just strangers, but this very night has bound us and left its own mark.
The rustle of dress, the click of a lighter, the fear fades away in the shade...
The guitar is weeping, your whisper is singing, a melody that will not fade.

[Chorus]
Don't rush me now, baby,
Let me finish my whiskey,
Fire and ice in the shot,
Number ten on the spot.

[End]

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