More songs by Laci Kaye Booth
Description
This track sounds like a confession under the southern summer sun, when the heat sticks to your skin and the air is full of fatigue and the smell of trouble. Here, there's a father with a bottle, a mother at the door, friends who dissolve into drugs, and a sky burning like a lantern of the apocalypse.
But instead of pathos, there is dry irony: life is a gamble anyway, so everything can be chalked up to “luck of the draw.” It's funny and bitter at the same time: red boots, someone else's dress, blue hearts - like a masquerade on the ruins.
This is a song about surviving in chaos, where faith crumbles, hope slips away, but a strange stubbornness to live on remains - even if it's “by luck.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
Growing up at my own pace
Another lonesome southern state
Daddy’s drunk and mom’s awake
Waiting by the door
I’m doing good, I’m getting by
Glad you asked and that’s a lie
It gets so hot in late July
Can’t take it anymore
Benny’s doing drugs and the rent got higher
Everybody’s dying and the sky is on fire
Who messed it up, who the hell’s holding the cards
Losing my faith, is nothing sacred
I ain’t being bitter baby I’m just saying
You could blame me or blame it on the luck of the draw
I’ll blame it on the luck of the draw
My heart is blue, my boots are red
Dancing in a dead woman’s dress
Just how much do you expect
For me to tip the band
When Benny’s doing drugs and the rent got higher
Everybody’s dying and the sky is on fire
Who messed it up, who the hell’s holding the cards
Losing my faith, is nothing sacred
I ain’t being bitter baby I’m just saying
You could blame me or blame it on the luck of the draw
I’ll blame it on the luck of the draw
Blame it on the luck of the draw
Life’s a gamble anyway
A memory forms an old one fades
I can’t remember anything
Anything at all
‘Cause Benny’s doing drugs and the rent got higher
Everybody’s dying and the sky is on fire
Who messed it up, who the hell’s holding the cards
Losing my faith, isn’t anything sacred
I ain’t being bitter, baby I’m just saying
You could blame me or blame it on the luck of the draw
Or blame it on the luck of the draw
I’ll blame it on the luck of the draw
Blame it, blame it on the luck of the draw
The luck of the draw