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letra de victory's brother - jack van cleaf

i try not to think about it, wouldn’t think at all if i could
if i’d only do what i wanted, i’d leave this town for good
three more dead just this last month, i guess i signed up for this
there’s a madman on the run and i’m going after him

squad car smells like sweat and coffee, partner’s more like a pig
we’re going to question one victim’s mother, sometimes this job makes me sick
she tells us bradley was a peaceful boy, and she shows us his old room
she asks if we have any leads, but i don’t have a clue
make her tea with sliced up lemons up lemons to try to ease her nerves
bradley night lead the old springwater, that’s all we get out of her

bars closed ’cause its to early, so we go to the next victims home
but they don’t wanna talk to us, there’s only one place left to go
i read her name was victory scott, and her kid brother answers the door
he doesn’t know an awful lot, but he’s willing to tell us more
victory worked vanderbilt 7 to 7 most nights
the kid harbors a whole lot of guilt, ’cause he never really said goodbye

he’s got a guitar on his bedroom wall and i ask him if he plays
says he’s gonna be a country star, gonna sing with johnny some day
tell him that i use to play myself, use to have grand ole opry dreams
then i tell him to practice, and not to give up, hope he doesn’t end up like me

now that its nearing 3 o’clock, the springwater’s open, if barely
but the bartender’s useless, says “we see a lot of folks, how am i supposed to know him from harry”
seems these people don’t care to help, think of only themselves all the time
and my partner’s getting tired, says he’s running late for dinner
but then again, he’s got a kid and a wife
so i head back to that lonely old bar, and the tender now remembers me
he says “listen man i told you all i know”
i say “shut up i just want a drink”
its 3 am when i leave that place, and some bar cat catches my eye
and where else am i gonna go, so i sleep at her place for the night

she smokes camels and offers me one, but i gave that up years ago
she’s the curious type, asks what’s on my mind
and i tell her that i don’t know
ask her if she’s a regular there
at the springwater has she been around
she says “who’s asking?” i don’t show her my badge
i just tell her i’m new in town
she’s there most nights, knows most of the faces
says its everyone’s place to get high
i show her bradley’s picture, she says that she knows him, but hasn’t seen him for some time
“what’s it to you any way, what are you some kind of cop”
i tell her “not really, but these days, i seem to get that a lot”
i put on my coat, and she says “that kid, he had a real ugly friend
tall as a hickory, came up from texas, said that ‘girls like me wind up dead'”
i ask if she’s seen him since then and i’m dreaming
that this might be some kind of lead
but she loses interest, says “not in a minute, that was back in december i think”

three years go by and i lose track of time
’til i run into victory’s brother
and the kid looks a mess
like he’s broke and depress
and he asks me if we know each other
i say “just the once” and after reintroductions
i’m reminded of something of mine
and i reach in my wallet for a crusty guitar pick
that i’ve kept nearly all my life
and i give it to him, and i tell him “i got it
as a kid from the man in black”
and i tell him to use it for one of his songs
but he says “i gave up on all that”
and i gave up too, one winter monday
hung up my badge and my coat
but i kept the gun, ’cause you never know someday
well, you never know

sunday morning, my regular café
a coffee and a copy of the times
i ask for the check, as lucy crunches numbers
i read of our most recent crimes
some punk at the counter
starts raising his voice
in new [?] and wrangler jeans
he’s tall as a hickory, talks like a texan
and he’s ugly as he is mean
he’s yelling about some miscalculations
threatens the waitress and calls her a wh0re
i don’t have the proof, but i know in my gut, this is who i was looking for

i get up from my table, tap him on the shoulder
and ask “is there a problem, sir?”
he says” mind your own” and i tell him “i’m gonna
but first can we have a word”
“say don’t you know bradley, and victory the nurse
and a few others from around this place”
he says “i don’t know maybe, i’ve met a lot of people
and really i’m not good with names”
i say “well, then let me be more specific”
and i level my pistol with his head
“do you remember how all of those people
in the same way, wound up dead?”
at first he says nothing, but he gives me a look
and he even let slip a grin
says “so you’re gonna arrest me”
i say “i’m not a cop, i’m just doing this for a friend”
and right then he gets it
and his eyes flash with terror
and his lips start to form the word “wait”
oh but nothing can stop me
i’ve waited my forever
to put a bullet in this b-st-rd’s brain

there’s blood on the ceiling
there’s blood on the counter
there’s blood in the customer’s food
i’m going to county, in a sweaty old squad car
and i’ve never been happier to

ohh i’m going to county, in a sweaty old squad car
and i’ve never been happier to

- jack van cleaf

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