Five Smokes Left (Explicit Lyrics)

Vintage Blues, raw female voice, raspy female voice, sensual female voice, emotional vocal, psychedelic, hammond organ, blues, blues, blues

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I woke up dizzy, stomach's turnin’ 'round,
That ol’ gin bottle left me where I’m bound.
Five smokes left, the clock goes slow,
No wheels, no shops, I’m stuck in this fucking shithole. 
Oh!

I’m achin’ for a back door man,
One with fire in his big, big hand.
Don’t need no preacher, no Sunday shoes,
Just a ramblin’ gun with ciggies and booze.

Oooh!
Oooh!

[Chorus]
Oh, bring me a grinder, bring me some Jack,
Let’s ball it up, baby, ain't no turning back.
Five smokes left, and my patience is thin,
A hoochie-coochie queen needs her king to roll in.

Oh Jack!

[Verse 2]
Coffee’s cold, and the pantry’s bare,
I’m stuck in this shack with a fucking mess hair.
A hangover devil’s knockin’ at my brain,
And I swear, Lord, I’ll lose it when I get Johnson for this pain.

Oh, I’d trade my best Sunday hat,
for a slow-hand man who knows where I´m at.
He’d bring me relief, with match which fits right,
And we'd light it up slowly one shot at the time

Oooh!

[Chorus]
Oh, bring me a grinder, bring me some Jack,
Let’s ball it up, baby, ain’t no looking back.
Five smokes left, and the night’s closing in,
A hoochie-coochie queen needs her sin.

Oooh Jack!

[Short instrumental solo]

[Bridge]
I’m stuck on this fucking porch with a lonesome moan,
Dreamin’ of trouble with a two-tone chrome.
If a ramblin’ man hears my call tonight,
He’ll get more than smokes if he treats me right (mmmmmm)...

[Outro]
So roll on in, honey, don’t waste no time,
Bring your grinder and your sweet, sweet red wine.
Five smokes left, but the matches burns strong,
A hoochie-coochie queen don’t stay lonely too long.

[Spoken] [A Cappella]
A hoochie-coochie queen... 
Won’t (won't!)
Wait (wait!)
[Break]
Too long!

[End]

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[Create a raspy, bluesy female voice with gritty texture, raw emotion, and dynamic shifts. Emphasize vocal fry, growls, and a soulful delivery. Generate a soulful rock voice with imperfections, emotional cracks, and expressive phrasing similar to Janis Joplin. Soulful emotion, bluesy with passionate phrasing psychedelic. Rooted in blues, with a heavy use of minor pentatonic scales, 12-bar blues progressions, and syncopation. Tempo 60-90 BPM. Write a loopable melody with the main vocal phrases in a high-pitched music box sound. Add arpeggios of the chord progression. Use hammond organs.] [Intro] [Verse 1] I woke up dizzy, stomach's turnin’ 'round, That ol’ gin bottle left me where I’m bound. Five smokes left, the clock goes slow, No wheels, no shops, I’m stuck in this fucking shithole. Oh! I’m achin’ for a back door man, One with fire in his big, big hand. Don’t need no preacher, no Sunday shoes, Just a ramblin’ gun with ciggies and booze. Oooh! Oooh! [Chorus] Oh, bring me a grinder, bring me some Jack, Let’s ball it up, baby, ain't no turning back. Five smokes left, and my patience is thin, A hoochie-coochie queen needs her king to roll in. Oh Jack! [Verse 2] Coffee’s cold, and the pantry’s bare, I’m stuck in this shack with a fucking mess hair. A hangover devil’s knockin’ at my brain, And I swear, Lord, I’ll lose it when I get Johnson for this pain. Oh, I’d trade my best Sunday hat, for a slow-hand man who knows where I´m at. He’d bring me relief, with match which fits right, And we'd light it up slowly one shot at the time Oooh! [Chorus] Oh, bring me a grinder, bring me some Jack, Let’s ball it up, baby, ain’t no looking back. Five smokes left, and the night’s closing in, A hoochie-coochie queen needs her sin. Oooh Jack! [Short instrumental solo] [Bridge] I’m stuck on this fucking porch with a lonesome moan, Dreamin’ of trouble with a two-tone chrome. If a ramblin’ man hears my call tonight, He’ll get more than smokes if he treats me right (mmmmmm)... [Outro] So roll on in, honey, don’t waste no time, Bring your grinder and your sweet, sweet red wine. Five smokes left, but the matches burns strong, A hoochie-coochie queen don’t stay lonely too long. [Spoken] [A Cappella] A hoochie-coochie queen... Won’t (won't!) Wait (wait!) [Break] Too long! [End]

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