Elvis Costello - She Was No Good Lyrics
She could be no good, I'm telling youGather 'round boys for a tale that is tragic and trueOn the Mississippi riverboat, "Magnolia"No one onboard was smelling too sweetThat precious one must have been stamping her feetDictating demands all well and fineA few rods west of the Bridgeport lineBut the veil was drawn and the halo slippedTippling tinctures and reciting scriptureFaces where slapped just as kid gloves were sufferedVile threats were uttered and challenges were offeredOn the Cumberland riverboat, "E. W. Stephens"Daggers were drawn on pistols pulledStaggering 'til dawn filled up with whiskey and rumAnd several drunken players ran amokRampaging with the crew around the deckAnd I received a blow that was unkindIt turned my cheek to the colour of gentian violetI wouldn't say that this journey had quite been the highlightOf the All-American TourTeetering on the edge of warOut of the genteel Northern prosceniumsFilled up with imitation EuropeansDown along the river of rough damnationsBy the blood-stained cotton and the slave plantationsShe could be no good, I'm telling youGather round boys for a tale that is tragic and trueAnd I received a blow that was unkindIt turned my cheek to the colour of gentian violetI wouldn't say that this journey had quite been the highlightOf the All-American TourTeetering on the edge of warOut of the genteel Northern prosceniumsFilled up with imitation EuropeansDown along the river of rough damnationsBy the blood-stained cotton and the slave plantations