Sun Boats Orange lyrics
Orange
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A rabid dog was in a hurry out from the back forty, to visit my family’s farm
His chops were a drippin’ as he headed towards the chickens and my daddy got up in arms
He didn’t need treats he had two trained beads with a kick that would break your arm
And with just one hit that dog learned to sit, roll over, and lay down in the yard
With a frown my dad turned towards me, and he said now listen kid
There’s plenty of room in the ol’ back forty, to bury all the things I did
And if I can take a life for livestock, than man he must be warned
Cause I’m a little crazy, I love my babies, and I might look good in orange
Out from the back forty, me and my baby, took the drinking hole for a whirl
When out from the back a man drunk off his ass, came tumblin’ towards my baby girl
His chops were a drippin’ as he asked what she was drinking and he grabbed her by the waist
Said hey little looker, daddy needs some sugar, how ‘bout you give me a taste
Well I didn’t waste breath, didn’t waste time, makin’ a fist or grabbin’ my knife
And although half-smashed I raised my glass, in a cut throat toast to his life
And while he was leakin’and the sirens were screamin’, he heard me from the floor
I said I’m a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
I ain’t seen your shade of lonely, but I know my green’s turned gray
Keen on leavin’ em black and blue when the red runs through my face
If you’re lookin’ for a regret, lets start with when you was born
Cause I’m a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
I got locked up tight the very same night, caught up in the drinks I mixed
And I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t freed, for sending a dog to the Styx
There was no intent, it was self defense, sheriff please can you drop the charge
“son I know what you was thinkin’ and I’m glad you like drinking cause you got life behind bars”
Well my baby got married, last January, while I was takin’ the toll
It’s been twenty-five years without a fight or a beer but it got me on the honor roll
So I went to the warden to talk ‘bout performance and he spoke like a man at war
Said a week from your attack, my wife was wearing black, so you best get used to orange
I ain’t seen your shade of lonely, but I know my green’s turned gray
Keen on leavin’ em black and blue when the red runs through my face
If you’re lookin’ for a regret, lets start with when you was born
Cause I’m a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
Well I'm a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
Well I'm a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
Well I'm a little crazy, I love my baby, and I look like shit in orange
His chops were a drippin’ as he headed towards the chickens and my daddy got up in arms
He didn’t need treats he had two trained beads with a kick that would break your arm
And with just one hit that dog learned to sit, roll over, and lay down in the yard
With a frown my dad turned towards me, and he said now listen kid
There’s plenty of room in the ol’ back forty, to bury all the things I did
And if I can take a life for livestock, than man he must be warned
Cause I’m a little crazy, I love my babies, and I might look good in orange
Out from the back forty, me and my baby, took the drinking hole for a whirl
When out from the back a man drunk off his ass, came tumblin’ towards my baby girl
His chops were a drippin’ as he asked what she was drinking and he grabbed her by the waist
Said hey little looker, daddy needs some sugar, how ‘bout you give me a taste
Well I didn’t waste breath, didn’t waste time, makin’ a fist or grabbin’ my knife
And although half-smashed I raised my glass, in a cut throat toast to his life
And while he was leakin’and the sirens were screamin’, he heard me from the floor
I said I’m a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
I ain’t seen your shade of lonely, but I know my green’s turned gray
Keen on leavin’ em black and blue when the red runs through my face
If you’re lookin’ for a regret, lets start with when you was born
Cause I’m a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
I got locked up tight the very same night, caught up in the drinks I mixed
And I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t freed, for sending a dog to the Styx
There was no intent, it was self defense, sheriff please can you drop the charge
“son I know what you was thinkin’ and I’m glad you like drinking cause you got life behind bars”
Well my baby got married, last January, while I was takin’ the toll
It’s been twenty-five years without a fight or a beer but it got me on the honor roll
So I went to the warden to talk ‘bout performance and he spoke like a man at war
Said a week from your attack, my wife was wearing black, so you best get used to orange
I ain’t seen your shade of lonely, but I know my green’s turned gray
Keen on leavin’ em black and blue when the red runs through my face
If you’re lookin’ for a regret, lets start with when you was born
Cause I’m a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
Well I'm a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
Well I'm a little crazy, I love my baby, and I might look good in orange
Well I'm a little crazy, I love my baby, and I look like shit in orange
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