monsvalentine

an old song i worked on...

everyone in nacogdoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end. 'cause the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such by the time that he was ten. and one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill and he tucked it in his hand. he said i know that you're headed for trouble son, your momma wouldn't understand. so he took his dad's money and his brothers old bay and he left without a word of thanks. he fell in with this crowd in some border town and took to robbin' banks.

outside the law his luck run out fast and a few years came and went, 'til he's trapped in an alley in abilene with all but four shells spent. and he realized prayin' was the only thing that he hadn't ever tried. well he wasn't sure he knew quite how but he looked up to the sky. said you don't owe me nothin' and as far as i know lord, i don't owe nothin' to you. and i ain't askin' for a miracle lord, just a little bit of luck will do. and you know i ain't never prayed before cause it always seemed to me. that prayin' is the same as beggin' lord, i don't take no charity.

but right now lord with my back to the wall, i can't help but recall. how they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse in fort smith, arkansas. judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down just like a cannon shot. and i went away quietly and i began to file and plot. they sent the preacher down to my cell, he said the lord is your only hope. he's the only friend that you are gonna have son, when you hit the end of parker's rope. i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' 'til christmas but he turned his back on me. i put a home made blade to that golden throat and asked the deputy for the key.

it ain't the first trouble i've had before as you already know. i had some help from you lord and the devil himself, it's been strictly touch and go. yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to, there ain't no one here but me. so he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt and he walked out in the street.