Slick and Marylou

"This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine"
Shine on, shine on, shine on

Slick was always kind of punch drunk
Is a prize fighter in his former year
Back alley brawls for beer and broads
But mostly for the fun of it

Marylou was over-friendly, according to her daddy and her man
She could raise a man’s spirit with the slide of her hand
She met Slick at a hot dog stand

Slick was a break mechanic for Boston’s MTA
He worked five to three 6 days a week
And he never saved a nickel’s pay

Marylou was a waitress in a Somerville boxcar diner
Until Slick came in for a kiss, grits and the promise of a future finer
They took off for the moon in a Cadillac Coupe Deville

Slick he loved casino’s – black jack and roulette
He’d get hard little titties in Atlantic City
And he never turned down a bet

Marylou loved the ocean and marijuana cigarettes
She thought Ray Charles soul was pure as gold and she never changed her mind about it

They got married in Nevada by a Catholic Justice of the Peace
Who told stories of the war to end all wars
And about girls in Italy

They gambled at the Flamingo
Left when they were losing hard
They honeymooned at the Tropicana on Santa Monica Boulevard
They were closer to the moon than ever before in all their lives
Slick and Marylou died in love
Without a penny to their name
Without fear
Without regret
Without guilt
And without shame
But with light
But with light
But with light