You know I wrote the bible and I didn’t even get paid, yea
And they accused me of libel and removed my head, yea
And it’s aching
It feels like a strip of bacon
In your pan
But you know I keep my filter tips right between my lips, yea
And I never fail to get a light from one of your gypsters
And it’s smokin’
Lord knows my heart is soakin’
In your pan
Oh baby won’t you take my hand
And read the lines
That tell the plan
Of how my life
Is bound to end
Or if you’d only
Be my friend
Now my dogs are cookin’ on the fire at the end of the trail, yea
And the angels in the choir they can really wail, yea
And I’m goin’
Lord knows my coins are glowin’
In your pan
credits
from Jonathan Bee and the Broadcasters,
released February 5, 2021
Drums Joe Quesada
Bass and organ Gary Solomon
Guitar Marty Kohl
Piano, gong and vocal Jonathan Best
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