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This here's a dark tale of Oedipal proportions. Least I think I got that right. If not I guess it's inoedipal - or just plain hard to swallow.
I called on GB Slim and the Buffalo Chipkickers to back me up on this one. They're laying down the dusty road I'm walking whilst singin' and pluckin' a few runs on my guitar.
I'm proud to be standing on the same stage as Minnie Pearl and Cephus the Hogcaller of Simon's Hollow. Here goes nuthin'.
Ya'll take care now -
Bud
I called on GB Slim and the Buffalo Chipkickers to back me up on this one. They're laying down the dusty road I'm walking whilst singin' and pluckin' a few runs on my guitar.
I'm proud to be standing on the same stage as Minnie Pearl and Cephus the Hogcaller of Simon's Hollow. Here goes nuthin'.
Ya'll take care now -
Bud
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Lyrics
On Clarkson ridge they hung a man
From a poplar high
Them that did it swore an oath
To keep the secret why
They said his crime was just too dark
To fall on town folks ears
But people never let it pass
Talk’s lasted all these years
Some folks say he had a twin
Taken off at birth
To live a life of privilege
While he scratched his from the earth
One day he looked up from his toils
Saw his own face staring back
Dressed in silken finery
That’s when his jaw went slack
He’d heard it whispered now and then
When into this world he came
His father did what no man should
And filled his house with shame
When he looked into the mirror of
His of his long forsaken kin
He knew that what he’d heard was true
And it lit a fire within
His mother died on the birthing bed
Is the tale his father told
And just one son survived that night
The other blue and cold
But standing here before him was the
Image of his fears
That his mother died at evil hands
He’d felt it all these years
How much gold could it have been
Or had hatred fueled the fire
Nothing could forgive what on
that fateful night transpired
He walked into the house where
His father laid up sick
In the same room where so long ago
his mother met her end
He bent to wipe his forehead
Like he’d always done but then
He slit his throat from ear to ear
An awful crimson grin
He cleaned his blade and walked
Back to his brother in the yard
When something in him came undone
And he fell upon him hard
They wrestled in the dirt
The way they should have done as boys
But in the end just one man stood
A dark pool spreading at his feet
And now he hangs on Clarkson ridge
The last man in his line
Does it make it any better
Now you know the reason why?
©Kevin Jones 2008
From a poplar high
Them that did it swore an oath
To keep the secret why
They said his crime was just too dark
To fall on town folks ears
But people never let it pass
Talk’s lasted all these years
Some folks say he had a twin
Taken off at birth
To live a life of privilege
While he scratched his from the earth
One day he looked up from his toils
Saw his own face staring back
Dressed in silken finery
That’s when his jaw went slack
He’d heard it whispered now and then
When into this world he came
His father did what no man should
And filled his house with shame
When he looked into the mirror of
His of his long forsaken kin
He knew that what he’d heard was true
And it lit a fire within
His mother died on the birthing bed
Is the tale his father told
And just one son survived that night
The other blue and cold
But standing here before him was the
Image of his fears
That his mother died at evil hands
He’d felt it all these years
How much gold could it have been
Or had hatred fueled the fire
Nothing could forgive what on
that fateful night transpired
He walked into the house where
His father laid up sick
In the same room where so long ago
his mother met her end
He bent to wipe his forehead
Like he’d always done but then
He slit his throat from ear to ear
An awful crimson grin
He cleaned his blade and walked
Back to his brother in the yard
When something in him came undone
And he fell upon him hard
They wrestled in the dirt
The way they should have done as boys
But in the end just one man stood
A dark pool spreading at his feet
And now he hangs on Clarkson ridge
The last man in his line
Does it make it any better
Now you know the reason why?
©Kevin Jones 2008
Feter
WOW ..Kevin ..this is superb ..what a structure ..
its is sounds like a country rock band but tooo
progressive ..just great great singing ..very very
nice a true classy ..Kudos ....thnx for sharin such
gem ...your tracks always a suprise !!