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Song Detail — October Queen (RatDog)
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(Lyrics by Andre Pessis)

Well, I spend my tomcat nights in New Orleans
Always round this red moon time of year
Let it go, and fall right off the deep end
Cause you sure don't look for soul salvation here

Bars and alleys are running wild with frat rats
And your three-piece Bible belt conventioneers
And your drag queens, and your strip bars, and your hazy purple streetlights
All steaming up the atmosphere

There she is waiting for me right down there in the lobby
A little shop-worn, but sure not the worst I've seen
So I nod across the way to Baton Billy's Blackwater LoungeS
She nods back, cause we both know what that means

She follows me on in like we're both strangers
Cause I kinda can't afford, y'all, to be seen
She got that hazy, smoky, leaves-are-falling look in her eyes
A true last-chance October queen

And you know it's gonna be just one hell of an evening
Just like the year before
The year before
The year before

Still there's something bout it, something bout her
Always evades my memory
I don't know what it is
There's so little I recall

So we small talk, and we drink our way through the motions
Then the lights dim for the big show up in my room
On a thread-bare bed with feathers and scented lotions
Like some kind of carnival gin-soaked dream cartoon

So I guess you can chalk up one more night for the ages
And I wake up in a haze of sweat and cheap perfume
But she's way long gone, way long gone into the cottonmouth sunrise
And I don't know if it's way too late or way too soon

Down on the street, horse wagons wash last night on down the storm drain
And I'm lyin here, and my heads on fire, and my body's flat
And I'm gonna take a long hot shower or two to wash away, wash away, wash away
Well we just won't talk about that

So I think about the life that I'll go back to
And the congregation that pays my country club and rent
But at 1:55, Delta 648 gonna take off and fly
And I'll have one more full year to repent

And I bet it was just one hell of an evening
Just like the year before, and the year before
Still there's something bout it, something about her
Always evades my memory
I don't know what it is
There's so little I recall

Something bout it, something about her
Something bout it, something about her
Something bout her...