Whiskey In My Whiskey
I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my 44
Murder By Mistletoe
A murder by mistletoe
Drunks in the falling snow
She left him by the night arcade
And turned his heart into a spade
He turned that lovely blue eyed Jane
To a homicide on Campbell Lane
Hearing the sirens croon
In a familiar room
Laying with last year's love
High as the moon above
Drunks in the falling snow
She left him by the night arcade
And turned his heart into a spade
He turned that lovely blue eyed Jane
To a homicide on Campbell Lane
Hearing the sirens croon
In a familiar room
Laying with last year's love
High as the moon above
Three brothers and their friends from New York making raggedy gypsy folk. Great Songs, combining the charming harmonica and sometimes questionable singing style that Dylan created mixed with modern American Folk and country guitar and drums with a honky-tonk piano thrown in for good measure.
The Felice Brothers just take the ‘family band’ thing to a whole new level.
http://www.thefelicebrothers.com
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