That Woman Needs Church

Raw delta blues stomp with slide guitar, foot-stomp percussion, and gravelly male vocals, Verse rides a slow, swampy groove; chorus punches with gang shouts and claps, Dirty harmonica fills the gaps, vocal ad-libs and growls right up on the mic, mix feels live and smoky, male vocals, delta blues

[Verse 1] Saw her down on Beale Red dress Cold eyes Laugh like broken glass Cutting through the night She deals in promises Like cards marked on the back Every soul she kisses She don’t ever give it back [Chorus] That woman needs church More than Sunday morning More than a choir song More than a soft word That woman needs church Like a sinner needs warning ‘Cause the devil in her smile Is the meanest I ever heard [Verse 2] She got that silver tongue Gold dust on her hands Turn your crown to rust Your backbone into sand She pray over whiskey Cross hanging off her neck Says “baby I’ll forgive you” While she cashes every check [Chorus] [Bridge] I ain’t her savior I barely save myself But I’ve seen that kind of trouble Burn a good man straight to hell So I’ll light one candle Let it bleed right through the dirt And hope some mercy finds her ‘Cause that woman needs church [Chorus]

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