Woody Bradshaw - Friction

It’s Friday with a vengeance in this bar tale. “I knew she was a handful the moment that I met her, when I tried to buy her drinks she just rolled her eyes. We argued ‘bout the Bible, politics and football, she wouldn’t give me her number - made me give her mine. I said to myself. ‘I don’t like this girl at all.’ Then I thought, ‘who’s kidding who? Man, I hope she calls.’ She rubs me wrong, but I can’t get enough. She wears me down, but that’s when things heat up. I swear she drives me crazy, she’s a constant contradiction. But if you want a spark you gotta start with a little friction.” Complete with fiddles, steel guitars and a rock flavored organ and lead guitar. Scrumptious! Shoutouts to Don’t and White Cotton Dress. Woody Bradshaw