Liquid Gold (feat. Michael Kovach, Belsheber Rusape & Lisa Reimold)

(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
(We'd rather get it than get old)
(Dig it up, dig it up)

Born in this town, but been here and there
The World less traveled kind of guy
But though the waters stay fast and oh, so free
I ain't never seen mouths this dry (ever seen mouths this dry)
Yet, the common man will find his fix
Whether morphine or creosol
But there's one sure way to get 'em ossified
You gotta dig up that liquid gold
(Dig it up, dig it up)

Time's a-wastin' friend, can't spare a minute
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
Take a big inhale o' those St. Lou' spirits
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
You can speak easy chums, it'll be alright
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
So, take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)

Oh, no, here we go again
I took the roads not taken, met little daisy
And the secrets that she hides
But it ain't been easy for dear Miss M
Since the man that she loved died (since the man that she loved died)
So it's up to us to find the entertainment
To keep up ourself brave and bold
And better way to show our gallantry
Than to dig for that liquid gold (dig it up, dig it up)

I said: Time's a-wastin' cousin, can't spare a minute
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
Feel the vibes in the air o' those St. Lou' spirits
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
We can speak easy chums, we'll keep out of sight
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)

Now, the extravagance and show of this sordid affair
Will nary spoil the ambiance of the Mississippi air (dig it up, dig it up)
And if thine eyes shall fall and rest on the scene
Then pay no mind, friend, merely greasing the machine (here we go)
I've had run-ins with rumrunners and rubes
But it's never bothered me none, just a normal afternoon (dig it up, dig it up)
So if you're keen to listen, here's an offer I'll propose
Let me work, and I'll provide you with a touch o' that gold (dig it up, dig it up)

Time's a-wastin', friend, can't spare a minute
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
And there's no sweeter smell than those St. Lou' spirits
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
We're speak easy, friends, we're on a bootlegger's flight
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
We'll take a swig for our courage and we'll own tonight
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)

(Dig it up, dig it up)
Opps, they're so sure, didn't see this one coming (dig it up, dig it up)
(Dig it up, dig it up)
(Dig it up, dig it up)
So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight
We're gonna dig of that liquid gold