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Red Number 5

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Produced by Colin Elliot & John Reilly
Engineered & mixed by Colin Elliot at Yellow Arch Studios, Sheffield, England

John Reilly – Backing Vocals & Percussion
Shez Sheridan – Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Tom A Wright – Drums
Piero Tucci – Accordion
Colin Elliot – Bass, Percussion, Hammond Organ & Backing Vocals
Janean Christine Mariani – Lead Vocals recorded & engineered by Keith Greeninger at Wind River Studios, California, USA
Mastered at The Foundry, Sheffield, England

All Music and Lyrics © 2021 Janean Christine Mariani / Janean Christine Mariani Music (ASCAP)

Lyrics

She found a wheat-back penny tails-up on the ground
Headin’ out of NOLA 55 northbound
So she put it in her pocket and she took it as a sign
She’d let it all ride on red number 5 . . . And leave his ass behind

He was stealin’ all her money he was spendin’ all his time
Fast cars faster women and tattoos on her dime
But he came home for the last time with bourbon on his breath
Voodoo on his tongue and their names on his lips
As she was leavin’ the Big Easy he was passed out on the floor
He didn’t know she took the cash took the car and set out on the road

That’s where she found that wheat-back penny tails-up on the ground
Headin’ out of NOLA 55 northbound
So she put it in her pocket and she took it as a sign
She’d let it all ride on red number 5 . . . And leave his ass behind

By the time she hit the border it was really sinkin’ in
No more lyin’ no more cheatin’ she was finally free of him
Called her folks outside of Jackson said mom I’m comin’ home
Tell daddy not to worry and to leave the porchlight on
With two hundred miles behind her and two hundred more to go
She dropped the top filled the tank and kept her compass headin’ north

All the way to Tunica she kept her hands on two and ten
She found a roulette table gave the dealer a wink said babe let’s give this wheel a spin

Now you know thirty-five to one is one hell of a long shot
Place your bet go for broke lay down everything you’ve got
You’re gonna win or gonna lose ain’t nothin’ in between
Flyin’ high or sinkin’ low both’ll bring you to your knees
As she was pullin’ into Memphis that ol’ sun was comin’ up
Lord she was rich she was free and riding shotgun with Lady Luck

Thanks to that wheat-back penny tails-up on the ground
Headin’ out of NOLA 55 northbound
Yeah she put it in her pocket and she took it as a sign
Then she let it all ride on red number 5…and left his ass behind
Yeah she did