Kentucky Avenue - Salted Wounds

Pistol whipped Lips are zipped
Police were tipped The bet was fixed
Now all bets are off
He's come down with a cough
His heart's grown soft
It's not a stone

Could be light as a feather clean as a whistle
Off-key a little
Little does he know
His life's on the line His dignity is at stake
Holding time and eating his cake

Just a little more time
He'll come to
And start to lick
His salted wounds

Cross the line of the old picket line
He's got an axe to grind so he speaks his mind
He got laid off
He got down with the boss
And now he counts the cost and casts a stone

Gets back in the saddle flies through the meadow
Reigns it in a little 'cause little does he know
His life's on the line his dignity is at stake
Holding time and pulling his weight

Just a little more time
He'll come to
And start to lick
His salted wounds

Chain link fence around the big party tent
Can't make a dent in all the nonsense
But he's bent towards the sun
He's still looking for some fun
He hasn't found the right one
He's not alone

Just a little more time
He'll come to
And start to lick
His salted wounds

Written by:
David Ries, Stella Schindler

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Lyrics © KENTUCKY AVENUE MUSIC, O/B/O DistroKid

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