Purple Luck Lyrics

Sunny day, beer caps popping, smoke billowing all 'round

My 1967 Comet, painted purple, pounded the ground

On our way for another gig we were trippin' to tunes

A White Room, a Stairway made sense to us that noon

Crazy Cathy sat behind me, she was everybody's best friend

Dear to no one exactly, but it was fun to pretend

She began to nibble and peck on the back of my neck

As I reached and picked out a new tape for the deck

Then she reached out over the seat,

And with her hands covered my eyes

Blindness was complete

I heard music and cries

I knew for sure that the time had come for all of us to die

I guess it seemed alright, no big deal we were all really high

A curve in the road

The purple Comet went straight

Through a ditch we mowed

Crashed through a gate

We spun round and round

In the perfect green grass

Of a cemetery's ground

Thru the tombstones we passed

There are times when luck cannot account for

When reason demands that you should enter death's door

No one was injured, a neighbor saw

Came over to help, Cathy's father-in-law

That purple, Comet, was soon back on track

To our gig at a bar down in Pontiac

Sail, through time, through twists and turns

Good or bad or you don't even do exist

Sail, through time, through twists and turns,

Good or bad or you don't even do exist

Sail, through time, through twists and turns,

Good or bad or you don't even do exist

Sail, through time, through twists and turns,

Good or bad or you don't even do exist