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The Hotter than Hot Seven Pepper Song

Oh, where have you been my red-eyed son
Oh, where have you been my darlin’ middle one
I’ve been to the pepper farm, and picked up a bunch or two
I added seven hot, and one into my cooking stew


It turned hot, hot, hot, so fiery hot
Wish cold rain... was gonna’ fall.


It wasn’t the New Mexico Red Pure Chili Powder
Ancho, Guajillo, and Serrano too
The Jalapeno, Cayenne, Chipotle Meco
All that I threw smiling into that stew


Making it hot, hot, hot, so fiery hot
Wish cold rain... was gonna’ fall.


Dried whole Chile Pique Peppers
An extra-large handful threw in
Never thinking them hot enough
To make the devil grin


My mouth flamed so hot, hot, so fiery hot
Wishin’ cold rain, for the pain... was gonna’ fall.


Big sweating bullets dripped down to my feet
The tears that I cried were cool on my cheeks
My mouth was a’burnin’ even hurting my teeth


Screaming hot, hot, hot, so fiery hot
Wish cold rain... was gonna’ fall.


My lesson’s learned, not tied to fate
Keep the recipe simple, no extras to take
And those hot Chili Pique Peppers, let the store keep
Or surprise… hot, Hot, HOt, HOT


With no-o-o cold rains, a’gonna’ fall.


Mama, bring more of that cold sour-cream out
From the fridge  
Uhh... please?

Copyright © brian rusch

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