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Graces Casket Lyrics - Artist : Lost Dog Street Band
Grace was Jack's darlin' lovin sweety
The thought of her could still paralyze him now And a cold wind brought him back again Back to where it all began Started with a drink somewhere in Georgia Three weeks later married in Montana They hid behind the shadow of their rifles Burnin' bright and fast in the wind Now and then you'd read about 'em in the papers Another sheriff gunned down in durango You'd read they'd been caught and broke out of Yuma With veins to thick and blood to thin With every kill their love grew stronger Every dollar bill they felt fonder 'Til the night Grace mistaked the weight of her gun Jack found her corpse with the mornin' sun It's been thirty years since Jack picked up a weapon His pistol lay down in Graces casket And he goes by Tom And he lives in his sorrow About the life that could have been He sits and stares out his lonesome desert mansion Paid in gold from the heist that killed his darlin' And he buys his time awaiting hell Where he'll find Grace with his loaded gun Where he'll find Grace with his loaded gun |
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