Jailbait - Mike Bollig

Folk-rock with a deep-house pulse; raw, earnest male lead with little vibrato, intimate close-mic verses and close three-part harmonies lifting the choruses; warm analog tape and subtle dub echo sends; fingerpicked acoustic guitar, clean electric fills, harmonica accents, slapped electric bass, round melodic bass, filtered acid squelch, dry vintage drums; laid-back 120–126 BPM groove with spacious repeated bridge phrases

[Verse 2]
She showed me some leg as she hopped in the car
And she asked me to take her to the liquor store
Right then and there, I knowed what was on her mind
Well, I snuck me a look, the hammer of regrets
My mind said no, but my eyes said yes
And then she blew in my ear and said "Buy me a bottle of wine"
Well, I'm runnin' round jail bait again
I had lots of people tell me it's a sin
Ooh, they look so bank 'cause this game never win
I'm runnin' round jail bait again

[Verse 3]
Wheels hittin' park cars up and down the street
The local policeman that was poundin' the beat
Pulled us over and demanded some ID cards
He whipped out his pencil, filled up his pad
Radio the station to call a girl's dad
And I somehow felt he was gon' take this rather hard
And then he said, "Hey, boy, come here, boy
You've been runnin' round that jail bait again
Didn't your mama never tell you, boy, that there's a sin?
I told you what's gon' happen if I caught your ass again"
You'd be manufacturin' license plates out of tin
Oh, yeah, now I gotcha, you little horn-eared city slicker
Hippie freak, I caught you with the goods
Aw, I win

[Outro]
You're gonna be in trouble now, boy
You're on my pace and attention on this final verse
You know this boy's luck just took a turn for the worst
On account the county judge just turned me on to fifteen years
Fifteen years, can you imagine?
Fifteen long hard years
Bustin' big rocks up into little ones
Kind of makes a fellow seriously think about wanting to go insane

2086/7500

[Verse 1] Now I was drivin' my Chevy down the street I lost my breath, my heart skipped a beat Lord, and now, mama, I thought it was a movie star Sure was sweet, about seventeen Her legs were long and her shape was mean I took one look at her in my conscience said "Don't do it" Well, I saw her again in the rearview mirror And I throwed the transmission down a second gear I put on the brakes and the devil said "Go to it" Well, I'm runnin' round jail bait again I had lots of people tell me it's a sin Ooh, they look so bad 'cause this game never win I'm runnin' round jail bait again [Verse 2] She showed me some leg as she hopped in the car And she asked me to take her to the liquor store Right then and there, I knowed what was on her mind Well, I snuck me a look, the hammer of regrets My mind said no, but my eyes said yes And then she blew in my ear and said "Buy me a bottle of wine" Well, I'm runnin' round jail bait again I had lots of people tell me it's a sin Ooh, they look so bank 'cause this game never win I'm runnin' round jail bait again [Verse 3] Wheels hittin' park cars up and down the street The local policeman that was poundin' the beat Pulled us over and demanded some ID cards He whipped out his pencil, filled up his pad Radio the station to call a girl's dad And I somehow felt he was gon' take this rather hard And then he said, "Hey, boy, come here, boy You've been runnin' round that jail bait again Didn't your mama never tell you, boy, that there's a sin? I told you what's gon' happen if I caught your ass again" You'd be manufacturin' license plates out of tin Oh, yeah, now I gotcha, you little horn-eared city slicker Hippie freak, I caught you with the goods Aw, I win [Outro] You're gonna be in trouble now, boy You're on my pace and attention on this final verse You know this boy's luck just took a turn for the worst On account the county judge just turned me on to fifteen years Fifteen years, can you imagine? Fifteen long hard years Bustin' big rocks up into little ones Kind of makes a fellow seriously think about wanting to go insane

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