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    "Touch Of Evil" Lyrics

    Tom Russell

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    The night my baby left me I crossed the bridge to Juarez avenue
    Like that movie "Touch of evil" I got the Orson Wells,
    Marlene Dietrich blues
    Where Orson walks in to the whore house and
    Marlene says "Man, you look like hell"
    And Orson's chewing on a chocolate bar
    As the lights go on in the old Blue Star hotel
    "Read my future" says old Orson, "down inside the tea leaves of your cup"
    And she says "You ain't got no future, Hank,
    I believe your future's all used up"

    [Chorus]
    Why don't you touch me anymore? Why don't you touch me anymore?
    Why do you run away and hide? You know it hurts me deep inside
    Why do you close the bedroom door? This is a brutal little war
    What good is all this fightin' for if you don't touch me anymore?

    They shot "A touch of evil" in a Venice, California colony
    And I grew near those dead canals
    Where they filmed the longest pan shot ever made
    Now I'm thinking about the movie,
    the bar I'm in, the bridge, the Rio Grande
    Now I'm thinking about my baby and the borderline 'tween a woman and a man
    I was drunk as Orson Wells the night I crawled backwards out the door
    I was screaming "Baby, baby how come you touch me anymore?"

    [Chorus]

    Oh, someone rolled the credits on twenty years of love turned dark and raw
    Not a technicolor love film, it's a brutal document, it's film noir
    And it's all played out on a borderline and the actors
    are tragically miscast
    Like a Mexican burlesque show where the characters are wearing comic masks
    Oh, it's love and love alone I cry to the barmen in this Juarez waterhole
    As we raise a glass to Orson and "A touch of evil" livin' our souls

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on August 20th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Tom Russell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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