Baby Lightning

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Richard Bicknell, Steve Boyes, Scott Patton
© Beautiful Chair Music (ASCAP)

“My hair's real, girl. It ain't no wig,”
Rachel slurs in between swigs
She's been here since they opened at four. No sign, a dollar at the door.
He walks in and he sits on a stool.
“So this is hell. Pour me something cool.”
He takes it in as he drinks his beer
Sad eyes of his small-town queers.

Chorus
He always knew he'd b
Going down there eventually.
The only place that he could really be
Down at the Deep Purple Lounge.

Hey, that was Truman and Tennessee
Throwin' shadow on a river street bar.
Kinda sad and a little mean
A tad bitchy but mostly free.
He'd heard about it when he was twelve
Some kid damned him straight to hell
Told him that's where he belonged
And he wasn't right and he wasn't wrong.

Chorus

All the curses, all the threats
He felt like he had nothing left.
He took it seven damn days a week
Nighttime he found a little relief.

Cop cars. Rachel's dead, all the hair cut from her head
They were laughing while she bled
“Don't Rachel look good in red.”
Last night she was crowned Miss Pride Fountain City
She got way too high
Thought she could take a walk outside
Like any girl, like any guy.

He always knew he'd be
Going down there eventually.
Find another kind of family
Down at the Deep Purple And for such an evil place
It had become his saving grace
A place where he could stand his face
Down at the Deep Purple Lounge
Down at the Deep Purple Lounge.

Acoustic Guitar: Steve Boyes
Electric Guitar and B3: Scott Patton
Harmony vocal: Kelly Hogan