Ten High

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• Lyrics

  Ten High
  Words and music by Kate Morgan Chadwick and Beth Thornley

  Take me down to New Orleans.
  Pass a good time; cakes of kings.
  Time’s out and it’s rest we need.
  Easy does it now.

  Wake up baby it ain’t fun no more.
  Let’s give ourselves away.

  All that’s left is a smoking gun
  And we can’t remember much of what we done.
  Ten High wasted and the house on fire.
  It’s a blacked out good time or a funeral pyre.
  We’re so messed up now and I don’t know why.
  ‘Cause baby we had angels on our side.

  Take me back to Jackson Square.
  Bayou outlaws; love to spare.
  Tangled hearts; we were everything there.
  But where do we go now.

  Cause something’s wrong here, it ain’t good no more.

  We can’t go on this way.
  All that’s left is a smoking gun
  But we can’t remember much of what we done.
  Ten High wasted and the house on fire.
  It’s a blacked out good time or a funeral pyre.
  We’re so messed up now and I don’t know why.
  ‘Cause baby we had angels on our side.

  I should cut you off; lose you in a crowd.
  You should drop me where I stand, we should get out now.
  But we’re all caught up in a love gone mad.

  All that’s left is a smoking gun
  But we can’t remember much of what we done.
  Ten High wasted; the house on fire.
  It’s a blacked out good time or a funeral pyre.

  Holy Moses it’s a smoking gun
  And we can’t remember much of what we done.
  Ten High wasted; the house on fire.
  It’s a blacked out good time, or a funeral pyre.
  We’re so messed up now and I don’t know why.
  ‘Cause baby we had angels on our side