Get the picks and the hammers off the ropes in the rafters
We're going to the coast on the slow boat molasses
Where ringwater tides and the blackfish brew
The armadillo crying in the alligator stew
Six months later we were back in the strap
Eyes to the shadow of a baseball cap
King's Arcade is the place to rest
Where rusty recollection dare not molest
We don't need no bangsnap illusions
We don't want no vague substitutions
All we need is this brandywine solution
And the trickledown rhythm of a barrelhouse band
Put some shine in your shelter, spread some light on the water
And trick down the river with the goldminer's daughter
The goldberry bushelpicker shivers in the field
The hangman hides behind the shotgun shield
Down in the bushes where the kingsnakes coil
We hid the keg of whiskey and the barrel of oil
King's Arcade is the place to go
If you know somebody or you just don't know
Hugo Grayling - King's Arcade Lyrics
Hugo Grayling - King's Arcade Lyrics
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Get the picks and the hammers off the ropes in the rafters
We're going to the coast on the slow boat molasses
Where ringwater tides and the blackfish brew
The armadillo crying in the alligator stew
Six months later we were back in the strap
Eyes to the shadow of a baseball cap
King's Arcade is the place to rest
Where rusty recollection dare not molest
We don't need no bangsnap illusions
We don't want no vague substitutions
All we need is this brandywine solution
And the trickledown rhythm of a barrelhouse band
Put some shine in your shelter, spread some light on the water
And trick down the river with the goldminer's daughter
The goldberry bushelpicker shivers in the field
The hangman hides behind the shotgun shield
Down in the bushes where the kingsnakes coil
We hid the keg of whiskey and the barrel of oil
King's Arcade is the place to go
If you know somebody or you just don't know
We're going to the coast on the slow boat molasses
Where ringwater tides and the blackfish brew
The armadillo crying in the alligator stew
Six months later we were back in the strap
Eyes to the shadow of a baseball cap
King's Arcade is the place to rest
Where rusty recollection dare not molest
We don't need no bangsnap illusions
We don't want no vague substitutions
All we need is this brandywine solution
And the trickledown rhythm of a barrelhouse band
Put some shine in your shelter, spread some light on the water
And trick down the river with the goldminer's daughter
The goldberry bushelpicker shivers in the field
The hangman hides behind the shotgun shield
Down in the bushes where the kingsnakes coil
We hid the keg of whiskey and the barrel of oil
King's Arcade is the place to go
If you know somebody or you just don't know
Writer: Joshua Enos
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