Barbed Wire and Brass (Bless your Heart)

[Intro] [Drums: Heavy floor tom beat] [Guitar: Gritty, distorted blues-country riff] [Verse 1] I’m a Sunday morning sinner in a Saturday dress A high-heeled, copper-wired, beautiful mess I tried the pearls and the "yes, ma’ams" too But I look better in red than I do in blue The neighbor’s whisperin’ over the fence About my temper and my lack of common sense…….. [pre-chorus] [Build-up] [Guitar: Chugging rhythm] Yeah, they're talkin'... let 'em talk. [Chorus] [Energy: High, anthemic] So bless my heart and hide the matches I’m the kind of fire that nobody catches I’ve got a halo held up by a bobby pin And a list of "sorry’s" that I’m never gonna send I’m a whole lot of "don't" and a little bit of "do" With a tank full of moonshine and a grudge against you. [Verse 2] [Rhythmic, conversational delivery] He left his boots under my front porch So I turned his steel toed ropers into a torch The lawman came knockin' with a polite little grin Asking where the hell my "better half" had been [Pause] I just leaned back and let the screen door swing And said, "Officer, I don't remember a thing." [Guitar Solo] [Twangy, fast-paced Telecaster solo] [Bridge] [Style: Half-time, heavy bass] They say "hell hath no fury," and now they have met me, I’m a hundred-proof shot of pure gasoline, If you’re lookin’ for a lady, keep drivin’ past ‘Cause this girl’s built out of barbed wire and brass, [Guitar: Heavy crash] [Chorus] [Vocals: Belting] So bless my heart and hide the matches I’m the kind of fire that nobody catches I’ve got a halo held up by a bobby pin And a list of "sorry’s" that I’m never gonna hi send I’m a whole lot of "don't" and a little bit of "do" With a tank full of moonshine and a grudge against you. [Outro] [Dry Vocals, Spoken Word, Sassy] Yeah, bless my heart... Before I tear yours apart. [Guitar: Final twangy chord] Keep the change, honey. [End]