Red Tank And Sin (Extended Cut)

Victoria Neverland 🇧🇻

Vicki Neverland

Victoria Neverland 🇧🇻

blues-rock, southern rock, comedy rock

[Intro – 8s]
(Stomps + handclaps, swampy slide lick, crowd “hey!” ad-libs. Let it breathe 8s.)

[Verse 1]
He’s out in the sun, hammer in his hand,
Buildin’ fences tall for the “keep-out” clan.
That California red tank clingin’ like a sin,
Sweat rollin’ down his back — where do I begin?
He’s thinkin’ ‘bout me while he’s drivin’ that post,
Workin’ up a heat that could burn the whole coast.

[Stop-Time Wink – 2s]
(Band drops. One rimshot. Audience chuckle.) — “Lord…”

[Chorus]
Red tank, soaked through,
Baby I’m home, only thinkin’ ‘bout you.
Bed’s on fire, Donna’s lock’s on tight,
She’s prayin’ for our souls tonight.
Red tank, wet dreams,
Boy, you’re bustin’ at the seams —
When you come runnin’ from that fence line…
You’re all mine. You’re all mine.

[Post-Chorus Hook – 6s]
(Slide guitar tag + “oh-oh-oh” gang hum; let it breathe 6s.)

[Instrumental Break – 12s]
(Dirty slide solo, stomps & claps keep time. 12s.)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyin’ in your king-size, book in my hand,
But I’m readin’ your body like contraband.
Suno on loop and my halo’s gone,
Carolina heat sayin’ “bring him home.”
There’s thunder building under my skin —
Door clicks once and the storm rolls in.

[Chorus]
Red tank, soaked through… (repeat chorus; add higher harmony on last 2 lines)

[Breakdown / Skit – 10–12s]
(Band drops to bass + hi-hat.)
[Spoken – Donna, offstage] “Boy, couch. Now. Not in my house!”
[Spoken – V] “Bless her heart…”
[Spoken – A] “Countdown ‘til lights out.”
(Kick drum “tick… tick…” accelerando for 2 bars.)

[Bar-Chant Bridge – Call & Response]
Call: “Donna’s prayin’!” —  Response: “Bless that heart!”
Call: “Sofa’s creakin’!” —  Response: “Tear it apart!”
Call: “Keys are jingle-in’!” —  Response: “Door flies wide!”
Both: “Meet me under sheets — outlaw ride!”

[Guitar Solo – 16s]
(Greasy, playful — quote the chorus riff in bars 3–4 & 11–12. 16s.)

[Verse 3]
Walls start shakin’, floorboards cry,
She grabs her Bible, points at the sky.
Nightgown flyin’ down Kentmont lane,
Ask the Lord why sinners ain’t in flame.
I kiss you laughing, pull you back in —
Ain’t no preacher stoppin’ this kind of grin.

[Final Chorus – Double, Bigger Every 4 Bars]
Red tank, soaked through,
Baby, I was made for you.
Fence posts fall, the night ignites,
Devil’s smilin’ in the pale moonlight.
(Repeat – add gang shouts, tambourine, extra slide fills)

[Outro – 12s]
(Slide guitar answers vocal “mmm” ad-libs; stomps & claps fade. Last hit on Em, let it ring.)

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[Intro – 8s] (Stomps + handclaps, swampy slide lick, crowd “hey!” ad-libs. Let it breathe 8s.) [Verse 1] He’s out in the sun, hammer in his hand, Buildin’ fences tall for the “keep-out” clan. That California red tank clingin’ like a sin, Sweat rollin’ down his back — where do I begin? He’s thinkin’ ‘bout me while he’s drivin’ that post, Workin’ up a heat that could burn the whole coast. [Stop-Time Wink – 2s] (Band drops. One rimshot. Audience chuckle.) — “Lord…” [Chorus] Red tank, soaked through, Baby I’m home, only thinkin’ ‘bout you. Bed’s on fire, Donna’s lock’s on tight, She’s prayin’ for our souls tonight. Red tank, wet dreams, Boy, you’re bustin’ at the seams — When you come runnin’ from that fence line… You’re all mine. You’re all mine. [Post-Chorus Hook – 6s] (Slide guitar tag + “oh-oh-oh” gang hum; let it breathe 6s.) [Instrumental Break – 12s] (Dirty slide solo, stomps & claps keep time. 12s.) [Verse 2] I’m lyin’ in your king-size, book in my hand, But I’m readin’ your body like contraband. Suno on loop and my halo’s gone, Carolina heat sayin’ “bring him home.” There’s thunder building under my skin — Door clicks once and the storm rolls in. [Chorus] Red tank, soaked through… (repeat chorus; add higher harmony on last 2 lines) [Breakdown / Skit – 10–12s] (Band drops to bass + hi-hat.) [Spoken – Donna, offstage] “Boy, couch. Now. Not in my house!” [Spoken – V] “Bless her heart…” [Spoken – A] “Countdown ‘til lights out.” (Kick drum “tick… tick…” accelerando for 2 bars.) [Bar-Chant Bridge – Call & Response] Call: “Donna’s prayin’!” — Response: “Bless that heart!” Call: “Sofa’s creakin’!” — Response: “Tear it apart!” Call: “Keys are jingle-in’!” — Response: “Door flies wide!” Both: “Meet me under sheets — outlaw ride!” [Guitar Solo – 16s] (Greasy, playful — quote the chorus riff in bars 3–4 & 11–12. 16s.) [Verse 3] Walls start shakin’, floorboards cry, She grabs her Bible, points at the sky. Nightgown flyin’ down Kentmont lane, Ask the Lord why sinners ain’t in flame. I kiss you laughing, pull you back in — Ain’t no preacher stoppin’ this kind of grin. [Final Chorus – Double, Bigger Every 4 Bars] Red tank, soaked through, Baby, I was made for you. Fence posts fall, the night ignites, Devil’s smilin’ in the pale moonlight. (Repeat – add gang shouts, tambourine, extra slide fills) [Outro – 12s] (Slide guitar answers vocal “mmm” ad-libs; stomps & claps fade. Last hit on Em, let it ring.)

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