Razor In My Drawer

Grimy delta blues with female vocals, overdriven slide guitar and a swampy, stomping groove, Verse sits in a low, smoky register with sparse riffs; chorus hits harder with gang-style call-and-response shouts, hand percussion, and a dirtier guitar tone, Brief middle-8 breakdown drops to voice and one droning note before slamming back into the final hook, delta blues, female vocals

[Verse 1] White dress Cracked mirror Bible open on the chair Hymn book on the nightstand Boot prints on the stairs Cross hangin’ from my necklace Lipstick stain on the page Got a halo on my Sunday But I carry other saints [Chorus] I’m a church girl on Sunday But I keep a razor in my drawer Sing sweet in the morning Growl mean when they want more Hands up in the choir But my feet know backroom floors I’m a church girl on Sunday With a razor in my drawer [Verse 2] Cookin’ grits Pot boiling Choir robe on the line Deacon say I got that glow He don’t know what’s on my mind Mama taught me “turn it over” Grandma taught me “keep a blade” Pray for every lost soul But I’m ready if they stray [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Got that mercy on my tongue Got that warning in my palm Say “peace be with you Brother” While I hum a different psalm [little laugh] Can’t see my little secret In that stained glass glow I’ll forgive you every wound But I’ll never come in slow [Chorus]

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