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White Stucco Walls
03:33
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I’ve been out calling, calling your name,
But you won’t be here long to call back again
Call back again
With no expectations, not waiting for pain
Pitcher of clean water comes down in the rain
Comes down with the rain
When your soul has departed, moving up past our heads
If Jesus would meet you with the souls that you fed
I’ve been to Fargo, I’ve been to the falls,
But they’re not familiar like white stucco walls
That farmhouse sits empty, like a ghost on the plain
A windsock still tied to a line with a chain
To a line with a chain
Those hands were once strong, now hands that are weak
I’ll listen so closely to the words that you speak
Speak again
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Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
Standin' here, visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian in a neighborhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass
And I see you're eyeballin', this pretty young lass
It ain't none of your business but yes, she's with me
And we don't need no sermon, you self-righteous woman just let us be
The Lord knows we're drinkin' and runnin' around
And He don't need your loud mouth informin' the town
The Lord knows we're sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right
But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Goodbye, Mrs.Johnson, you self-righteous biddy
We don't need your preachin' and we don't need your pity
So, go back to whatever, you hypocrites do
And when I talk to Heaven, be nice and I'll put in a good word for you
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Hell Departed
02:56
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Mr Sheriff, something’s wrong
Inn on the plains ain’t been dark too long
left just a hymnal of old timey song
Might be the answer we need all along
We found a body, stripped for all that it’s worth
Out in the garden, just covered with earth
No sign of the family, they must have skipped town
The land has been tilled and we’re gonna look down
Did it for the money
Did it for the fun
They did it for the bloodlust
And now they’re on the run
Grave dug so shallow
His heels still show
They’ve beat out the law
And the coming snow
Elvira and Kate fled 'cross the plains
We don't know their faces but we sure know their names
They're the ghosts of the prairie, forever to stay
If hell departed they were, then no one's to say
Made it to the trainyard, But they didn’t see the bull
There’s little in the cabin, just a wagon-full
We’ll open up the cellar, don’t know what we’ll find
We’ll be moving quickly, they can’t escape from time
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Bent Brothers Denver, Colorado
William and Charles Bent are twin brothers from Denver singing songs inspired by their family history in La Junta, Colorado and stories of the West.
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