Doing 50 with a 40 and a .45

I'm more than a little in love with Cory Branan. Or at least with 12 Songs. Hell, how can you not love someone who sings about running off with the prettiest waitress in Memphis? Or about laying in the grass?

Tall Green Grass

There’s a whole mess of trouble up on Choctaw hill
You’re sister couldn’t make it but I bet you will
Knockin’ back a jelly jar of Watermelon wine
I ain’t never seen a place where the sun can’t…

Wash off all your make-up with a garden hose
Watch the freckles sparkle down the ridge of your nose
With your lemon yellow ribbons and your bleach blonde hair
Blendin’ in the sun until you’re barely there

We’ll be off the radar, off the map
Stretched out in the tall green grass
It’s only green against the blue
It’s only me against you
A man that says ‘Dreams don’t last’
Never slept in tall green grass
A man that says ‘Coo-coo-cachoo’
Did some time in the tall green grass with you

Warm molasses midnight on a Mississippi star
Candy apple moon on the hood of my car
Never could’ve told me you’dve gone this far
I can’t even tell you where the fuck we are

Must be off the radar, off the map…

Leave your reservations in the cold red clay
We got the tall green grass
For the whole damn day

We’ll be off the radar, off the map…