Out Back
By: Mark Piecha
Description
A song written quite a few years ago, this one definitely has a story in it (to it?). Along the lines of "I Used to Love Her (but I had to Kill her)" by GNR, or "Deliah" by Johnny Cash. There's something here, I think we can agree.
Lyrics
I looked high and I looked low, but there’s nowhere that I see; And try as I might, I can’t escape your bloody memory. Well, I go here and I go there, but there’s nowhere that you’re not; And now I’m understanding why you are the one I shot. -- I buried you out back, out where the willow grows. I buried you out back, buried you in your fancy clothes. -- Gave you a dime and you took my time, and I gave away all I had; But all things then I considered then, it’s really not so bad. My friend Tim and my friend Leroy and my old friend Chesterfield, They went down to the city hall to give away all you steal. CHORUS It was fun when I was the one, but now I’m all alone; ‘cause I found out without a doubt, that she had another home. But, I went down bad side of town to drink away all this pain; And I awoke when the devil spoke, said: “boy, you’re living the same.” CHORUS Sheriff came and the jailer came and the hangman brought his rope. I said one time it’s no big crime and I took me one long toke. The people came from all around, all the children lined the street. When I looked down to see the ground, there was nothin’ beneath my feet. CHORUS
