BOILS DOWN TO BLOOD

Ain’t no more china -- just silver spoons on paper plates
It’s the price you’re made to pay for being late
Pull up a barstool -- the twins can take the piano bench
Slide a little tighter now, and don’t complain

It was quite the scene when Maybelle got to Abilene
Cause kids they say the damnedest things
Like “Mama’s got a baby in her belly comin’ soon”
And the dinner stopped dead, they all turned their heads
And Papa spit his water ‘coss the turkey and the bread

It boils down to blood -- yeah, in the end
It boils down to blood -- yeah well, it’s boiled down again

It’s just a conversation -- the lady at the bar looked bored
So he stumbled on to share a few choice words
A hand in his pocket -- and one hand there on her knee
A hand on his shoulder -- oops, that makes three

He could hear it first before he felt the bottle burst
Hank Williams sayin’ it could be worse
The jukebox singing softly ‘bout the family and the curse
And it was more than luck when the boots let up
It’s his brother standin’ over with the shovel from the truck

It boils down to blood -- yeah, in the end
It boils down to blood -- yeah well, it’s boiled down again

It was damn near midnight -- who the hell would knock this late
Answered in a dumb and angry daze
Standin’ out in her bathrobe, arms tied across her chest
And all her eyes could say was: “Casey’s left”

Well come in girl, we’ll set a pot of tea to boil
I guess we’ll burn the midnight oil
Damn the man can’t handle when he’s got a thing too good
And she cried all night -- she was askin’ why
Well honey I don’t know, but honey I know we’ll be alright

It boils down to blood -- yeah, in the end
It boils down to blood -- yeah well, it’s boiled down again

Copyright 2003. Words and music by Danny Schmidt.