Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Illegitimate Children , by - Brandy Clark. Song from the album 12 Stories, in the genre КантриRelease date: 04.11.2014
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Illegitimate Children |
| She’s gettin' hammered on Alabama slammers |
| Three drinks ago, no, he wouldn’t stand a chance |
| He’s sipping' whiskey, feelin' confident and frisky |
| Writes 'Slow Hand' on a twenty and slips it to the band |
| By the end of the first verse, they’re out on the floor |
| By the end of the song, they’re out the door |
| Spirits are up, inhibitions are down |
| Same story’s unfolding all over town |
| From the barroom to the bedroom |
| The path’s weathered and worn |
| This is how illegitimate children are born |
| So it’s his place or hers, whichever comes first |
| They’re all the way to second base in the back of the cab |
| It’s hard to resist that liquored-up lust |
| And it’s easy to think it might be love |
| When spirits are up, inhibitions are down |
| Same story’s unfolding all over town |
| From the barroom to the bedroom |
| The path’s weathered and worn |
| This is how illegitimate children are born |
| Strangers and slow songs |
| Barstools and backseats |
| Lead to bottles and babies |
| Ask cabbies and barkeeps |
| When spirits are up, inhibitions are down |
| Same story’s unfolding all over town |
| From the barroom to the bedroom |
| The path’s weathered and worn |
| This is how illegitimate children are born |
| This is how illegitimate children are born |