BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC
Bones
(Brock Zeman)
Eyes like two bullet holes
Blonde hair blowing in the wind
Looks that could kill
And bring you back again
She ll change her moods like the seasons
She hung mercy from a hickory tree
She rides just like the devil
Through a madman s dreams
And a heart on a sleeve
Is such an easy mark
For such a dead shot
She could pick you off in the dark
You know she always gets her man
For she can t be outrun
When sunlight creeps through the shutters tomorrow
You ll just be bones bleaching in the sun
She don t know where she s headed
Anymore than the tumbleweeds
She ain t never had no home
She ain t never had no needs
She rides slowly into town
Folks pull the drapes when they see her horse
Then they whisper to their loved ones
?Death is riding passed our door?
She ties her horse outside the tavern
And her scent fills the air
The bartender swallows hard
When he hears her boots mount the stairs
You know she swung the doors wide opened
Her eyes as deadly as any gun
If you stare into them long enough
You ll just see bones bleaching in the sun
You order yourself another whisky
Watch her carefully in the mirror
As raise your glass to your lips
You feel a hand upon your shoulder
Up your spine it brings a shiver
As she clears her throat to call you out
Like a gut shot man from a rooftop
The words come tumbling from her mouth
There s a showdown on Wreck Street
And your knees they knock and shake
Till she drops her hand to her holster
And puts you straight away
As you fall down to your knees,
As you bleed the ground red with your blood
As you lay dying in the street you wonder how a bullet
Can feel so damned good
And you hear the thunder of her horse as
To the edge of town she runs
With a little help from the buzzards tomorrow
You ll just be bones bleaching in the sun.