Now and Then: Bad Blood’s Boiling
Bad Blood’s Boiling
Well the bad blood’s boiling on The 4th of July
Hornet’s ‘r in the hollow and the screech owls own the night
The shadow of a shotgun ‘cross the kitchen floor
Nobody gonna hear from sweet Janice anymore
Before the town crier sings we’ll need a whipping boy…
The senator’s son is ducking out of Troy
The senator’s son is ducking out of Troy
Well, Gus hit the bottle when the flood took his folks
Once was rookie of the year – now just a card in the spokes
Heard he needed money for the shark at the tracks
And after tonight, he weren’t ever comin’ back
Old Hank got a twitch in his luck game leg…
Sayin’, “Bring him in boys and hang him on a peg!
Bring him in boys and hang him on a peg!”
Night sky like a skillet on an old wood stove
The fireworks over the river – the power lines are in the road
Gun smoke in the air and beads on the brows
Of the deputized men surrounding Gus’s house
The young scarecrows want to know what’s gonna happen…
Hushed by the Dutch courage of the three wise men
Hushed by the Dutch courage of the three wise men
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
The dentist and optometrist are counting the loot
The reenactors were all ready, only this time with real rounds
The smugglers heard the kettle blow… out at the edge of town…
Off a bloody nail in the barn, a piece of lace fell to the ground
Jezebel is standing at the end of the dock
Looking at her father’s sneak boat, half-sunken ‘gainst a rock
Eyes of the raccoons, burning with the fireflies
In the cattails of the far bank where the hoodoo woman resides
Holding her mojo tight against her breast…
He’s ten minutes late and the western wind rests
He’s ten minutes late and the western wind rests
Yellow fever on the river
Yellow belly on the road
Speak now or hold your piece, but better do as you’ve been told
Some play their cards right, with dirty pictures in the deck
Some don’t even make the lineup… with the usual suspects…
Little accidents will happen in the service of justice
Well the bad blood’s boiling on The 4th of July
And the catalyst is sleeping in the thick of the rye
Pulled over at the crossroads with a blown-out tire
Could see the glow over the mountain of the whole town on fire
Thirty-three shots to kill an innocent man…
And pale in the brine floats a young girl’s hand
Weighted down in the brine, Janice’s body’s hidden
September 7, 2006
Well the bad blood’s boiling on The 4th of July
Hornet’s ‘r in the hollow and the screech owls own the night
The shadow of a shotgun ‘cross the kitchen floor
Nobody gonna hear from sweet Janice anymore
Before the town crier sings we’ll need a whipping boy…
The senator’s son is ducking out of Troy
The senator’s son is ducking out of Troy
Well, Gus hit the bottle when the flood took his folks
Once was rookie of the year – now just a card in the spokes
Heard he needed money for the shark at the tracks
And after tonight, he weren’t ever comin’ back
Old Hank got a twitch in his luck game leg…
Sayin’, “Bring him in boys and hang him on a peg!
Bring him in boys and hang him on a peg!”
Night sky like a skillet on an old wood stove
The fireworks over the river – the power lines are in the road
Gun smoke in the air and beads on the brows
Of the deputized men surrounding Gus’s house
The young scarecrows want to know what’s gonna happen…
Hushed by the Dutch courage of the three wise men
Hushed by the Dutch courage of the three wise men
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
The dentist and optometrist are counting the loot
The reenactors were all ready, only this time with real rounds
The smugglers heard the kettle blow… out at the edge of town…
Off a bloody nail in the barn, a piece of lace fell to the ground
Jezebel is standing at the end of the dock
Looking at her father’s sneak boat, half-sunken ‘gainst a rock
Eyes of the raccoons, burning with the fireflies
In the cattails of the far bank where the hoodoo woman resides
Holding her mojo tight against her breast…
He’s ten minutes late and the western wind rests
He’s ten minutes late and the western wind rests
Yellow fever on the river
Yellow belly on the road
Speak now or hold your piece, but better do as you’ve been told
Some play their cards right, with dirty pictures in the deck
Some don’t even make the lineup… with the usual suspects…
Little accidents will happen in the service of justice
Well the bad blood’s boiling on The 4th of July
And the catalyst is sleeping in the thick of the rye
Pulled over at the crossroads with a blown-out tire
Could see the glow over the mountain of the whole town on fire
Thirty-three shots to kill an innocent man…
And pale in the brine floats a young girl’s hand
Weighted down in the brine, Janice’s body’s hidden
September 7, 2006
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