Silver Paint Et Cetera

Photo By Jacqueline Ouanes

"Silver Paint Et Cetera"

And so the Fortune Teller said
This is my last go 'round
And all throughout the interview
I studied the ground
And the second thoughts of last Monday
Are brand new second thoughts right about now
With visions still of her at the till
With her hair red and teased out
People, people people
She may never ever care
for silver paint
and diamonds
and that jukebox over there

The onset of hunger
And the soreness of new shoes
Thru the busy downtown street corners
With so very much to do
They say Preacher Casey, he took off that-a-way
Before they ever even knew
It was not a dream
Nor nightingale's scene
By the stream under the silver blue moon
People, people people
She may never ever care
for silver paint
and diamonds
and that jukebox over there

And so ripping into the good life
Where the whiskey
Flows like wine
Where the ki-yotes call in the country
And the city girls paint their eyes
What could hold me here
Who could keep me here
Content
and hypnotized
A flash of lightning takes off just like so
into the fairgrounds and fireworks night
People, people people
She may never ever care
for silver paint
and diamonds
and that jukebox over there

Putting on the ritz
And putting her up to fight
Clawing the way to Old Broadway
With your mean old world up in lights
Doing the do
And getting done in
Just like they done did Poor Old Brother Miles
I heard no screams
In the city dreams
thru the negro streets at night
People, people people
She may never ever care
for silver paint
and diamonds
and that jukebox over there

I cut my losses in half
And got another root beer
I leaned up against the counter
And called my damage near
With all her gall
She cuts this town
The bossman calls her sweetheart and dear
Calamities, she has a couple three
She has everything pronounced and clear
People, people people
She may never ever care
for silver paint
and diamonds
and that jukebox over there

words and music by ron franklin
dyin' crapshooter music