Morgan the Dessert Girl
Album: Memories & Mileage
By: Brad Hooper
By: Brad Hooper
Duration
4:37
Genres
Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly
Description
How blue do you have to be...to be so blue your shoes are cryin'? This song was inspired by several things. Primarily it began because of a fine lady who recognized my potential and made me rise to it. Anybody who has ever been "sugarin'" in New England will know what a soft rain on a sugar shack is like. The fire is cooking and the fragrance on the air is something memories are made of.
Lyrics
He’s got his six string in his holster, His weapon hard across his back. Just another slinger, From the wrong side of the tracks. He finds himself in another town, It’s very plain to see. The whiskey that now chains him down, Used to set him free. Chorus Just about a million miles from nowhere. Halfway between here and there. Just about a million miles from nowhere. Someplace between “give a damn”, And “I don’t care.” Morgan the dessert girl, Always knew how to treat. How to treat a broken man, That was broken down as he. The fine line of her country back. Soft like rain on a sugar shack. With sweets like that man, Who could get enough? Chorus Just about a million miles from nowhere. Halfway between here and there. Just about a million miles from nowhere. One more drink, And he won’t even care. Bridge How sad do you have to be, To be so blue your shoes are crying? Make you feel like… Make you feel like… Morgan always wonders, If he’s coming back. And she often tells her friends he will. She don’t know but he can’t go, Cause if he did he’d be callin’ it home And then his blues man, His blues would never come back. Break Halfway in between, And goin’ no place fast. Just about a million miles from nowhere, And runnin’ from the past. In the back booth of a diner, Feeling all his age. He strums through a magazine, And reads nothing on every page. He crawls into the back of the bus, Somebody else grabs the wheel. He remembers how the good times felt. But he knows how these blues feel. Morgan finds her broken man, Living on a little bity piece of land. Someplace down where the Southern meets the Dog. She says: “Don’t you know, If I go I won’t be comin’ back. And you can play those dark old blues until their black. Chorus Just about a million miles from nowhere. Halfway between here and there. Just about a million miles from nowhere. And he can smell her perfume on the air...
