Brent Beamer

He hit gravel just outside of town

I mean, I'd heard that old Boy'd Been down

Siren lights reflecting on the trees

He was firing a gun, scaring the hell out of me

He got in his truck and left in the hate

Two miles of cold asphalt stood in his way

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A fifth of Old Crow, a Bible, & a Pistol

Keeping company, as the law closes in & surrounds him

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Sweat was pouring off his face

The thought of her with another man had put him in a rage

Four minutes after eleven o'clock on the clock on the wall

He took a guzzle out of the bottle of Old Crow

He opened the Bible up three quarters through

Alone with a Pistol he read his thoughts

 

A fifth of Old Crow, a Bible, & a Pistol

Keeping company, as the law closes in and surrounds him

 

He left the door unlocked

There wasn't much left to keep secret

The note she wrote him still stuck on the fridge

It said "love, you're the only one I want."

 

A fifth of Old Crow, a Bible, & a Pistol

Keeping company, as the law closes in and surrounds him 

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