Sometimes the I'm back up in the hills of Tim Seal And I ain't got a motion still But I still love the smoking dream No, I never ain't dead up from a wood burning stove I'm going back in a lonely old home And I don't see the red mix side of me Keep me that sick string black top guitar Put on your heels, billets and a hulking top buff Show me two last days to set me free And now, sing all night to the morning light When you shake it's around and get heads to turn And you know you've seen the red mix side of me And I never was a rough name on the cold down line And I ain't lost no timber So I went on them Georgia Pines I can't mix the best batch of hip to fame I'm never gonna get as many airplanes you wanna see The red mix side of me Keep me that sick string black top guitar Put on your heels and a hulking top buff Show me two last days to set me free And now, sing all night to the morning light When you shake it's around and get heads to turn And you know you've seen the red mix side of me Keep me that Gibson list, Paul guitar Put on your red mix and smoke, billbomb Show me two last days to set me free Lord, I raised hell all night to the morning light When you shake it's around and get heads on And you know you've seen the red mix side of me Keep me that sick string black top buff Red mix side of me