Chipped Tooth - Week Three - Day Three

Writer's block on a busy day. What to do? Try and think outside of the box. So, I took a line that I've been carrying around for years and tried to write as song around it.......using piano. Anyone who knows me know that I have a hard enough time trying to spell piano, let alone play one. So with caution tossed blindly to the wind, a ballad. Slow and short to accommodate my minimal skills.

Chipped Tooth

I’ve got a chipped tooth and a black tattoo
I wrote I new song I could sing to you
There’s a few lines that resemble truth

I’ve got a strong back and an attitude
a bottle of gin I could share with you
if its enough we could set the mood
we can stay here till the crack of noon

You won’t believe
What I have up my sleeve
You won’t believe
At all

You’ve got a kind heart, but it’s beating slow
Never too far from just letting go
Never too far from the blowing snow

We could get lost in a crowded place
Everything fades away but your face
That’s about as close as I get to faith
That’s as close as I get to crazed

You won’t believe
What I have up my sleeve
You won’t believe
At all

RW