Fred Eaglesmith
"Lipstick Lies & Gasoline"




Seven Shells

whenever I walk into the street
and I see you standing there
with your back to the wall
and your eyes on me
I just stare and stare
and I feel like I'm living in a western movie
that's only just begun
and I've got seven shells in my six gun

I'm wilder and bluer and yonderer
now that you're with me
and there's a tin star on my chest
where my heart used to be
and even when it's high noon baby
my back's to the sun
and I#ve got seven shells in my six gun

you're trouble baby
and there ain't no doubt
it's the kind of trouble
I can live without
but I want to stay
by your side
as long as I'm alive

the daylight's stronger
and the shadows are longer
ever since I#ve found you
and I feel like I'm ten feet tall
and there's nothing that I can't do
and don't worry baby when things get crazy
cause I won't turn and run
I've got seven shells in my six gun


105

streak of lightning
coming down the highway
turn around and watch it go
switch on the lights
put on the high beams
better find a preacher on the radio

I like to drive a hundred and five
it's just how fast I gotta go
I got the gears and I got the motor
ain't no reason to go slow
I like the speed like the motion
I like the rocking machine
I like to drive at a hundred and five
better hurry up if you want to catch me

neon signs a streaking by
like something in your eye
elvis on the radio
almost makes you cry
flashing lights in the rearview
you don't pay them any mind
step on the gas pull out to pass
and leave them far behind

you shouldn't oughta done it honey
you shouldn't oughta run around
but two can be on that highway darling
and I'm the one whos's out there now

I like to drive at a hundred and five
It's just how fast I gotta go
I got the gears and I got the motor
ain't no reason to go slow
I like the speed I like the motion
I like the rocking machine
I like to drive at a hundred and five
better hurry up it you want to catch me



Thinking

I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about the way you walk
I'm thinking about the way you talk
and the things you do
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about the way your are
I'm thinking about the way you look
when you're drving in my car
I'm thinking about you

I'm thinking about the smile on your face
and every move that you make
and every breath that you take
and how it steals mine away
and in the middle of the night
stars streaks across the sky
I make a wish and hope
my dreams come true
I'm thinking about you

and I don't know what I'm supposed to do
and I don't know
If you're thinking it too
but you don't know
what I'm going through
thinking about you
I'm thinking about you



Bell

don't ring that bell
don't sound that alarm
it's way too late
she's already gone
she's broke my heart
and there ain't no doubt
and there ain't nobody
putting this fire out

don't break that glass
don't run that line
and the rain didn't rain
on time this time
she's gone forever
is what it's all about
and there ain't nobody
putting this fire out

you can run around
you can yell and scream
but it's lipstick lies
and gasoline

don't ring that bell
don't sound that alarm
there ain't no use
she's already gone
every thing I had
well it just went south
and there ain't nobody
putting this fire out


Drinking too much

darling, lately something's been missing
when we go out at night
there's a fire in your eyes
but something is different
it just doesn't bum as bright

you take my hand more than you used to
but I'm not sure that it's love
and you seem to stumble more often these days
darling I keep holding you up
even your friends say that you're out of touch
darling, are you drinking too much

darling, lately I see you've been buying
your cocktails two a time
and when it's last call and your glass is empty
you've been finishing mine

you take my hand more than you used to
but I'm not sure that it's love
and you seem to stumble more often these days
darling I keep holding you up
even my friends say that you're out of touch
darling, are you drinking too much

you used to be the life of the party
and not just the talk of the town
and you used to want to go out every night
now you're afraid of the crowd
even our friends say that your out of touch
darling, are you drinking too much


Pontiac

it's a pontiac
it's a sixty three stratochief with a three on the tree
and it belongs to me
and my baby
her and me
we go driving down old highway seventeen
she puts on the radio
rolls down the window
lays her head back
it's a pontiac

it ain't got no wild horses painted on its side
and the objects in the mirror are precisely their own size
it's got a chrome indian in front of the door
might be an apache or an arapaho
or a pontiac

there was an incident last night
at seventeen and third
it all happened so fast nobody's really sure
but somebody held the rifle and somebody held the sack
and as fast as they were there
well they were gone just like that
in a pontiac

the anti_freeze is boiling and the oil pressure's low
and the pedal's to the metal and it's as fast as it can go
and the stain on her shoulder is getting darker you know
and the radio keeps blasting out the facts
it's a pontiac



Spookin' The Horses

you're spooking the horses
they're wild and they're scared
with that bright colored makeup
and those clothes that you wear
and I seen you dancing
last night 'neath the trees
you're spooking the horses
and you're scaring me

where the road meets the highway
those bright city lights
must have shone through your windshield
and got into your eyes
and I guess you thought
that they'd set you free
you're spooking the horses
and you're scaring me

you're not wearing your hair
tied back anymore
and you're wearing dresses
like never before

I can hear the gears grinding
where you make the turn
and up on the skyline
those headlights just burn
and the horses go running
and my heart just screams
you're spooking the horse
and you're scaring me



Time To Get A Gun

my neighbor's car got stole last night
right out of his driveway
we heard the dogs a barking
we never paid them any mind
and mary says
she's going t lock the door
from now on when we go away
and I been walking around this farm
wondering if it's time
time to get a gun
that's what I been thinking
I could afford one
if I did a little less drinking
time to put something
between me and the sun
when the talking is over
it's time to get a gun

last week a government man was there
when I walked out of my back door
he said I'm sorry to bother you son
but it don't matter anymore
cause even while we're talking
well right here where we stand
they're making plans for a for-lane highway
and a big old overpass

mary says she's worried about herself and the kids
she's never known anybody had a gun
and her daddy never did
but I think it should be up to me
'cause when it's all said and done
somebody's got to walk into the night
well I'm going to be that one

time to get a gun
that's what I been thinking
I could afford one
if I did a little less drinking
time to put something
between me and the sun
when the talking is over
it's time to get a gun



Alcohol and Pills

hank williams he came up from montgomery
with a heart full of hurtin' country songs
but nashville tennessee didn't really understand him
cause he did things differently
than the way that they were done
but when he finally made it
to the grand old opry
he made it stand still
he ended up on alcohol and pills

elvis presley he came up from jackson
with a brand new way of singing lord
and a brand new way of dancing
and even frome the waist up lord
he gave the world a thrill
he ended up on alcohol and pills

alcohol and pills
it's a crying shame
you think they might've been happy
with the glory and the fame
but fame doesn't take away the pain
it just pays the bills
and you wind on alcohol and pills

janis joplin she was wild and reckless
and then there was gram parsons, lord
and then there was imi hendrix
the story just goes on and on
and I guess it always will
they ended up on alcohol and pills

sometimes somebody
just doesn't wake up one day
sometimes it's a heart attack
sometimes they just don't say
but they pulled poor old hank williams
out of a cadillac coupe de ville
he ended up on alcohol and pills


Angel of the Lord

I took a walk on the highway of life
but I got off to look at the sights
and where once there had stood a city of good
there was only struggle and strife
there was teachery everywhere
and darkness hung in the air
and the worst of the thieves
they sang and they preached
and then they all bowed their heads and they prayed

and the angel of the lord
with his bright burning sword
better get here before it's too late
and if jesus is coming he better com quickly
while there's still those who worry and wait

and the sights
and the sounds of sin
and the broken hears of men
and the whispering
and the inquities
are more than a body
can stand

and the angel of the lord
with his bright burning sword
better get here before it's too late
and if jesus is coming he better come quickly
while there's still those who worry and wait



Water in the fuel

well darling I'm coming down old route number sixty seven
I just got off the tumpike avoiding the ohio state inspection
johnny law followed me up the road but then he turned off
and he let me go
I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down
and your voice last night on the telephone
said you wouldn't be there
when I got home
so when I get to cleveland I'm going to head
back south

the light keeps coming on
I've got water in the fuel
my brakes are gone
I've got a left front tire throwing thread
by tomorrow morning I could be dead
baby maybe you been right all along

you said you couldn't stay
with a man who was always going away
and all you wanted to do was to settle down
you wanted to buy that little trailer
out on the edge with the money you saved
it had a carport, a color tv
and no place to turn around

remember that winter when the lake froze over
we drove out there after we'd unloaded
we revved that truck
and we spun it
'round and 'round
then we left it idling out on that ice
crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight
baby I'm sure on thin ice now

the light keeps coming on
I've got water in the fuel
my brakes are gone
I've got a left front tire throwing thread
by tomorrow morning I could be dead
baby maybe you been right all along


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