Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Reprise / Wea
Bless your heart, I know you hated it when Tom Petty started singing like Bob Dylan in the Traveling Wilbury days. You missed the secret bad boy Tom, his pretty blue-eyed Southern charm dripping young America into your ears, rocking your Levi’s 501s off. I did, too.
You all know I’d lick black-eyed peas off of Tom’s little Florida-boy chest, but I’m even more tempted now that he’s gotten the band back together (“we’re getting the BAND back together!”) and returned to his roots.
Don’t expect a lot of relationship crap, though there’s certainly some sweet, racy lovin’ going on in “Lover’s Touch”…
Oh my lord she give me chills and fever / Sends a signal to my receiver / Hard livin’ killing me / I need that woman to set me free / And I want her / I want her so much / Cause she got the lover’s touch.
This here’s the blues, complete with hard-workin’ turnip green eatin’ men, hell-raisin’ women, shitty cops, and drinkin’ and smokin’ galore.
“God bless this whiskey.”
Tom Petty: www.tompetty.com