Mistress Named Music-Eric Church
I still remember Miss Bessie singing
Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys
Just five years old,
my church shoes a-dangling
Yeah, she's long gone and
I'm still chasing this song
With a guitar full of freedom
and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons
has been a hell of a ride
I got a crazy heart,
but I was born to lose it
Married to a dream with
a mistress named music
No hope and squarely solitary
Enough whiskey and Coke, boys,
to get me in a bind
Amps juiced,
the whole damn block could hear me
Even that cop car rolling past
By the time they hit the front door
I was out the back
With a guitar full of freedom
and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons
has been a hell of a ride
I got a crazy heart,
and I was born to lose it
Married to a dream with
a mistress named music
White calloused fingers
on bronze and nylon
These same old boots
are still tapping time
Not quite the buzz I used to tie on
But 'til I'm gone,
I'll be chasing this song
With a guitar full of freedom
and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons
has been a hell of a ride
I got a crazy heart,
and I was born to lose it
Married to a dream with
a mistress named music
I'm married to a dream
with a mistress named music