From the recording Indie Folk Female & Male Vocal
Ray Wylie, alcohol, death, raw, blues, grit, remorse, suicide, murder, guns, love triangle, relationship, restraining order, police, crime, cigarette, slide guitar, acoustic slide guitar, male vocal, no way out, rage,
Lyrics
Dead Man’s Chair
There’s a bottle on the table and an empty next to it
Shot glass filled with ashes and one cigarette unlit
There’s a smell of spent gunpowder and perfume in the air
And the wail of sirens comin’ I’m sittin’ in a dead man’s chair oh oh oh oh
Sittin’ in a dead man’s chair
There’s a body in the bedroom with a woman by his side
She used to be my sunshine ‘til I followed her tonight
Now her life is on my fingers in my eyes a blood shot stare
The sirens getting closer I’m sittin’ in a dead man’s chair oh oh oh
Sittin’ in a dead man’s chair
Guitar solo
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah, ah…
I’ve traded my tomorrows for an angry moment’s rage
But that fire is growing colder while the consequence remains
There’s headlights on the windows and I know I should feel scared
With a pistol cocked but empty.. I’m sittin’ in a dead man’s chair oh oh oh
Sittin’ in a dead man’s chair oh oh oh sittin’ in a dead man’s chair….
Words & music ©2017 John Pearson johnptunes.com