Story Behind the Song
A profile of "street hustler".
The lyrics are meant to paint a picture.
Written in Mississippi.
1 day to write.
Several days to record.
Many takes with multiple overdubs
Lyrics
Waking up is hell,
in this dirty, cheap motel.
The ceiling's fallin' down,
dirty laundry all around.
And the third street lady is no sexy sadie
in that gown.
She can look out for the law,
as she says it takes it all.
Her competition on the street,
Says there's tatoos on her feet.
Their short, tight dresses barely hide their places,
from the heat.
Chorus:
Third street wine,
a little goes a long, long way.
Third street wine,
taste like chardonay.....sometimes.
She's got the highest heels in town,
and she wears them lyin' down.
She finds them at the mall,
then she pokes them through the wall.
Gets kicked out of the places where they always hide their faces
in the hall.
Third street wine,
a little goes a long, long, way.
Third street wine,
taste like chardonay ..... sometimes.
Third street wine
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