Blue Tip Match

Robert Edgar 2004 Guitar tuning: D A D F# A D

Well she was hot as a blue-tip match

And twice as easy to spark.

On sunny days she’d back out her Rambler,

top down and four on the floor,

she’d drive to the beach and park.

All the kids with their wax-pocket baggies,

wanid’ta scan the skies with her

six-button a.m. stare,

But no one’s sting-ray’s stashed in her back seat,

when she went drivin’,

she’d go over the bridge, over there.

Got a one-and-a-half bath cinderblock house,

Venetian blinds wink and wave.

St. Augustine grass so mean it ate sandspurs, boy

you drop a skeleton key in there

the next thing that opens is your grave.

Walk inside for an iced tea and bring Today in with you

and throw it on the card table like a prayer,

But she’s up and out early, bare feet feeling the pedal push back,

she’s gone over the bridge, over there.

She keeps out the salt with her fiberglass door

She keeps in the cool with her girlwatchers.

Well you can dive down deep in her butterfly chair

But you’re the underdog at the overpass

‘cause before you can come up for air,

She’ll be drivin’, over the bridge, that one over there.

When you’re a twelve-year-old boy you know how far you can throw a rock.

And when you’re racing through the scrub brush

you’re the day-manager of the entire block.

But when those six cylinders pull into that driveway ‘cross the street

you hear the music stop

and that door slam

and the dogs bark all the way ‘till the world stops turnin’,

She’ll leave the front door open

‘cause that little breeze

is the only thing that keeps her from burnin’.

‘Cause she was hot as a blue-tip match

and twice as easy to spark.