Dangerous Way Songtext

von Bill Morrissey

I missed the last train
Back to St. Paul;
Returned to my hotel
Just in time to miss your call.

Found a game and came out
On a deuce or a tre,
And I just got lucky
In a dangerous way.

Well, you came to me
When the moon was full,
And I could not figure out
What you were trying to pull.

It was not my name you wanted,
Just a place to stay.
Sometimes you get lucky
In a dangerous way.

(BEGIN CHORUS)

Danger on the river;
Danger on the shore;
If you didn't want the action,
What'd you come here for?

Pretty girl,
Was it a surprise
To finally find the danger
In your mama's eyes?

(END CHORUS)

It might have been a crime of honor.
No one around could say.
It might have been just a mistake.
Things will happen that way.

Both men agreed it must be settled
At the break of day,
And they drank a round together
In a dangerous way.

Ah, the duel was set for dawn,
But the sun it never rose.
And, it felt like such a waste
To get dressed in morning clothes.

Still I saw one man smiling
As they led him away.
I guess he knew you can get lucky
In a dangerous way.

(BEGIN CHORUS)

Danger on the river;
Danger on the shore;
If you didn't want the action,
What'd you come here for?

Pretty girl,
Was it a surprise
To finally find the danger
In your mama's eyes?

(END CHORUS)

Well, down here love is waiting.
It's up to you to choose it,
And the leaves they don't change color,
They just give it up or lose it.

And, me, I never needed love
'Til the break of day.
That's when it gets exciting
In a dangerous way.

But, you can get homesick in paradise
And the treasures it brings forth.
These rivers all run south,
But you're trying to get north.

And, these visions dance around you,
But they never come to stay.
And, even Jesus can smile
In a dangerous way.

(BEGIN CHORUS)

Danger on the river;
Danger on the shore;
If you didn't want the action,
What'd you come here for?

Pretty girl,
Was it a surprise
To finally find the danger
In your mama's eyes?

(END CHORUS)

We laid in bed
In a winter afternoon.
The birds flew overhead,
And his friend will be here soon.

I was thinking of a duel I saw
That never came to play;
Thinking seasons can change
In a dangerous way.

And, nothing changed at all in St. Paul,
In the time I was gone.
I was whistling a little tune
I learned from Spider John.

He asked me if I loved you,
But no words came that way.
So, I just kept whistling
In a dangerous way.