Red Rose, Black, Words and Music By Brian McCaskill

Words and Music by Brian McCaskil


Our Word | News | Songs | Poetry | The Players | Guestbook
Beautfiul Girl and a Dead Man's Hand

Shut the fuck up
Just let me figure out where I am.
Seems all my friends are gone
It seems I don't give a damn.
I'll be down on my luck, when morning comes
I'll apologize to you.
I remembered, everything, you said
But I haven't realized that its true.
I saw you dealing from the bottom of the deck
We were talking but we didn't connect.
Your love was strong but it wasn't direct
I was being held down by this, chain around my neck.
You knew I was a liar, what did you expect?

Chorus
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's hand
Anything you want, its alright I understand
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's hand
See those rounders, coming across the land
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's Hand
I got a pocket full of silver, a mouth full of gin
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's Hand
Never gonna kiss a beautiful girl again

Crimson hair hanging down, across your face
Wearing long sleeves to hide, hide your ace.
Did you think I could resist?
It wasn't supposed to be like this
Nothing anyway that I missed
I'm not bitter, I'm not pissed

Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's Hand
Anything you say, its alright I understand
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's Hand
You got me listening to every command
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's Hand
I got a pocket full of silver, and a mouth full of gin
Beautiful girl and a Dead Man's Hand
Never gonna kiss a beautiful girl again

I gave you red roses, you painted them black
If you don't love me, give me, all my money back
I'm staring at you, just to know what I feel
Trying to say something, my stubborness won't conceal.
Nothing can be saved, when your asleep at the wheel
No matter how many shooting stars there are.

Beautiful Girl and a Dead Man's Hand
If you want to leave me its alright I understand
Beautiful Girl and a Dead Man's Hand
You seem them rounders, coming across the land
Beautiful Girl and a Dead Man's Hand
I got a pocket full of silver, and a mouth full of gin
Beautiful Girl and a Dead Man's Hand
Never gonna kiss a beautiful girl again