Ten High

  • Ten High
    Words and music by Kate Morgan Chadwick and Beth Thornley

    Take me down to New Orleans.
    Pass a good time; cakes of kings.
    Time’s out and it’s rest we need.
    Easy does it now.

    Wake up baby it ain’t fun no more.
    Let’s give ourselves away.

    All that’s left is a smoking gun
    And we can’t remember much of what we done.
    Ten High wasted and the house on fire.
    It’s a blacked out good time or a funeral pyre.
    We’re so messed up now and I don’t know why.
    ‘Cause baby we had angels on our side.

    Take me back to Jackson Square.
    Bayou outlaws; love to spare.
    Tangled hearts; we were everything there.
    But where do we go now.

    Cause something’s wrong here, it ain’t good no more.

    We can’t go on this way.
    All that’s left is a smoking gun
    But we can’t remember much of what we done.
    Ten High wasted and the house on fire.
    It’s a blacked out good time or a funeral pyre.
    We’re so messed up now and I don’t know why.
    ‘Cause baby we had angels on our side.

    I should cut you off; lose you in a crowd.
    You should drop me where I stand, we should get out now.
    But we’re all caught up in a love gone mad.

    All that’s left is a smoking gun
    But we can’t remember much of what we done.
    Ten High wasted; the house on fire.
    It’s a blacked out good time or a funeral pyre.

    Holy Moses it’s a smoking gun
    And we can’t remember much of what we done.
    Ten High wasted; the house on fire.
    It’s a blacked out good time, or a funeral pyre.
    We’re so messed up now and I don’t know why.
    ‘Cause baby we had angels on our side

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