Illegitimate Children Lyrics - 12 Stories - Brandy Clark

She's getting' hammered 

On Alabama slammers 

Three drinks ago, no 

He wouldn't stand a chance 

He's sipping' whiskey 

Feelin' confident and frisky 

Writes 'Slow Hand' on a twenty 

And slips it to the band 

By the end of the first verse they're on the floor 

By the end of the song they're out the door 

[Chorus] 

Spirits are up inhibitions are down 

Same story's unfolding all over town 

From the barroom to the bedroom 

The path's weathered and worn 

This is how illegitimate children are born 

So it's his place or hers 

Whichover comes first 

They're all the way to second base 

In the back of the cab 

It's hard to resist that liquored up lust 

And it's easy to think it might be love 

When 

[Chorus] 

Spirits are up inhibitions are down 

Same story's unfolding all over town 

From the barroom to the bedroom 

The path's weathered and worn 

This is how illegitimate children are born 

Strangers and slow songs 

Barstools and backeast 

Lead to bottles and babies 

Ask cabbies and barkeeps....when 

[Chorus] 

Spirits are up inhibitions are down 

Same story's unfolding all over town 

From the barroom to the bedroom 

The path's weathered and worn 

This is how illegitimate children are born 

This is how illegitimate children are born