[ti:She Was No Good]
[ar:Elvis Costello]
[al:Secret, Profane And Sugarcane]

[00:00.00]Elvis Costello - She Was No Good
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[00:27.90]She could be no good, I'm telling you
[00:35.02]Gather round boys for a tale that is tragic and true
[00:45.35]On the Mississippi riverboat, "Magnolia"
[00:56.38]No one onboard was smelling too sweet
[01:03.32]That precious one must have been stamping her feet
[01:12.18]Dictating demands all well and fine
[01:15.79]A few rods west of the Bridgeport line
[01:20.74]But the veil was drawn and the halo slipped
[01:24.38]Tippling tinctures and reciting scripture
[01:31.99]Faces where slapped just as kid gloves were suffered
[01:39.12]Vile threats were uttered and challenges offered
[01:49.79]On the Cumberland riverboat, "E.W. Stephens"
[02:00.95]Daggers were drawn on pistols pulled
[02:08.11]Staggering 『til dawn filled up with whiskey and rum
[02:17.22]And several drunken players ran amok
[02:24.31]Rampaging with the crew around the deck
[02:32.31]And I received a blow that was unkind
[02:39.46]It turned my cheek to the colour of gentian violet
[02:51.19]I wouldn't say that this journey had quite been the highlight
[03:01.36]Of the All-American Tour
[03:05.49]Teetering on the edge of war
[03:09.19]Out of the genteel Northern prosceniums
[03:17.75]Filled up with imitation Europeans
[03:27.11]Down along the river of rough damnations
[03:34.64]By the blood-stained cotton and the slave plantations
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