“The American South overflows with the riches of regional music, the product of centuries of cross-cultural pollination. It is the rare musician who can transform these musical resources into art that speaks to the world at large. New Orleans native Burke Ingraffia is one of them, with a lyrical gift that can call to mind Mose Allison, Hoagy Carmichael or Allen Toussaint, with an added touch of sly humor. His songs are a delight for the ear, the mind and the soul.”
– Multi Grammy Award Winning Producer Scott Billington
Lyrics
When you’re undercover all your vices become virtue, nothing but the truth can hurt you, slipping in and slipping out of sight. When you’re in hiding, that’s when it gets exciting, and your greatest weapon is the night.
When you’re a detective finding clues with silent shoes, following the prime directive, it helps you if you have a good disguise. When you’re incognito hunting down some bandito use your big sombrero to cover up you eyes.
Watching your back and staying on your toes, finding ways to change your history. Covering your tracks and laying low. Seeing something in the mystery.
When you’re undercover all your vices become virtue, nothing but the truth can hurt you, slipping in and slipping out of sight. You can pretend ya’ some kind of ninja, and your greatest weapon is the night.
Watching your back and staying on your toes, finding ways to change your history. Covering your tracks and laying low. Seeing something in the mystery.
When you’re a detective finding clues with silent shoes, following the prime directive, it helps you if you have a good disguise. When you’re cloak and dagger, hearing every pitter-patter, finding what’s the matter with those enemy lines.
Watching your back and staying on your toes, finding ways to change your history. Covering your tracks and laying low. Seeing something in the mystery.
