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letra de eve, a folk song - ethan charles

i’ve been telling stories ’bout a cowpoke named eve
and her blood-soaked, gin-drenched ox
n0body could out run ’em–not a lawman, but a gunman
and we never got over the shock

in a small town off by delacroix, god-blessed–just like a canker sore
we at least tried to practice what we preached
lord, get me through the judgment day, i’ve had enough of h-ll to pay
well you fixed us all, won’t you fix me once more?

i feel the need to slow it down; you see when that ol’ girl came to town
she held a gun right to my heart
she beat me, lied, and cheated–sure–but i’d been poppin’ lipitor
and just trying to get that ol’ heart to start

she never said a word; i only tried–scratch that: “endured”
and n0body knows for sure, but that’s on me
lord, get me through the judgment day, i’ve had enough of h-ll to pay
well you fixed us all, won’t you fix me once more?

she made her way through town, oh, how the boys would gather ’round
but when that finger tapped that trigger–man, what a storm
i fetched her kicks and wrote her songs; she never even clapped along
but tipped her hat and said, “boy, you better learn

“i ain’t never seen no lord above, and i don’t intend to fall in love
but i’m headed west and there outta be plenty of nights alone
so what do ya say we get upset; i got nothin’ but time and cigarettes
so pick one, lose one, and move on once more”
and i say, “you’re not going anywhere, apparently, so i’ll sit on the ground
you made up your mind, and i can’t seem to get myself to come around
it’s senseless, i’m useless, i’m feelin’ like the boy i was before
he was always suffocating, longing, or just m-st-rbating
poor, poor boy”

you’re not going anywhere without
me
you’re not going anywhere without
me

let’s take the story out past the worry, you see, my friends, the path to glory
that i once thought lay with god, now i know lies with her ox
they chased her out at midnight; how they knew–but what a sight
to see the love of your life go dashing for the hills

with one shot she was dead, and now i share ox with my bed
and i’ll never sleep again; no, i’ll never sleep again
lord, get me through the judgment day, i’ve had enough of h-ll to pay
when you fixed us all for that ox and her eve

- ethan charles

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