Letras
Let me tell you bout the Blanton brothers
Starting off with the oldest one
Goes by Deuce, but his real name's Amos
Nickname came with a couple guns
Percy's the scorn of the family
Middle brother mischief tendencies
Depending on Deuce, his oldest brother
To clean up the mess he makes of things
Well, Percy really done and did it this time
With a little help of amphetamines
Burned down a house in Frisco city
Thought it was abandoned, killing Mister Lowery's family
Ain't nothing but some hellbound heathens
Curse coming from a cast off line
Ain't really got a rhyme or reason
To rundown the name of their daddy's vine
Now Mister Lowery's the sheriff in Frisco
Got a tip who done the deed
He ain't waiting on a judge and jury
Got a judge sitting in the passenger seat
That brings us to the youngest brother
The only Blanton with his head screwed on
Christian 'bout to die for Percy's sin
Starring down the barrel side of Mister Lowery's 301
Ain't nothing but some hellbound heathens
Curse coming from a cast off line
Ain't really got a rhyme or reason
To rundown the name of their daddy's vine
Deuce found Christian down at Hunters Run
Bleeding out, told him what was done
Ever held your brother while you watched him die?
Cost of cold killings an eye for an eye
Four tire fire and no time for pity
Mister Lowry's waiting down in Frisco city
Aiming down the drive where the house burned down
Deuce slinging' gravel so he racks a round
Crosshair steady, only got one shot
Rimfire bullet to the engine block
Deuce only let loose a round or two
Nicknames the name and the name held true
He dropped like a hammer and died like a dog
Mister Lowery's body in the back of his squad car
Back to town to go get the shovels
Go dig a hole with your no good brother 'cause
Ain't nothing but some hellbound heathens