Liquid Gold lyrics

[Intro: Michael Kovach]
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
(Dig it up, dig it up)

[Verse 1: Michael Kovach]
Born in this town, but been here and there
The "road less travelled" kinda guy
But though the waters stay fast and, oh, so free
I ain't never seen mouths this dry (Never seen mouths this dry)
Yet the common man will find his fix
Whether morphine or creosole (Creosole)
But there's one sure way to get 'em ossified
You gotta dig up that liquid gold
(Dig it up, dig it up)

[Chorus: Michael Kovach]
Time's a wastin', friend, can't spare a minute
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
Take a big inhale o' those St. Lou' spirits
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
You can speak easy, chums, it'll be all right
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
[Post-Chorus: Michael Kovach, Belsheber Rusape, Lisa Reimold]
*laughing*
Oh no, here we go again...
Gee...

[Verse 2: Michael Kovach]
I took roads not taken, met Little Daisy
And the secrets that she hides
But it ain't been easy for dear Miss M
Since the man that she loved died (Since the man that she loved died)
So it's up to us to find the entertainment
To keep ourselves brave and bold (Brave and bold)
And what better way to show our gallantry
Than to dig for that liquid gold?
(Dig it up, dig it up)

[Chorus: Michael Kovach]
I said time's a wastin', cousin, can't spare a minute
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
Feel the vibes in the air o' those St. Lou' spirits
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
We can speak easy, chums, we'll keep out of sight
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
[Bridge: Michael Kovach & Belsheber Rusape]
Now the extravagance and show of this sordid affair
Will nary spoil the ambiance of the Mississippi air
(Dig it up, dig it up)
And if thine eyes shall fall and rest on the scene
Then pay no mind, friend, merely greasing the machine
(Dig it up, dig it up)
(Here we go)
I've had run-ins with rum-runners and rubes
But it's never bothered me none, just a normal afternoon
(Dig it up, dig it up)
So if you're keen to listen, here's an offer I'll propose
Let me work and I'll provide you with a touch o' that gold!
(Dig it up, dig it up)

[Chorus: Michael Kovach]
Time's a wastin', friend, can't spare a minute
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
And there's no sweeter smell than the St. Lou' spirits
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
We're speakin' easy, friends, we're on a bootlegger's flight
(Chasin' after that liquid gold)
We'll take a swig for our courage and we'll own tonight
(We'd rather get it than ever get old)
Encore!
[Outro: Michael Kovach]
(Dig it up, dig it up)
So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight
We're gonna dig up that liquid gold