Lost Dog Street Band - Graces Casket Lyrics

Grace was Jack's darlin' lovin sweety
The thought of her could still paralyze him now
And a cold wind brought him back again
Back to where it all began

Started with a drink somewhere in Georgia
Three weeks later married in Montana
They hid behind the shadow of their rifles
Burnin' bright and fast in the wind

Now and then you'd read about em in the papers
Another sheriff gunned down in durango
You'd read they'd been caught and broke out of Yuma
With veins to thick and blood to thin

With every kill their love grew stronger
Every dollar bill they felt fonder
Til the night Grace mistaked the weight of her gun
Jack found her corpse with the mornin' sun

It's been thirty years since Jack picked up a weapon
His pistol lay down in Graces casket
And he goes by Tom And he lives in his sorrow
About the life that could have been

He sits and stares out his lonesome desert mansion
Paid in gold from the heist that killed his darlin'
And he buys his time awaiting hell
Where he'll find Grace with his loaded gun
Where he'll find Grace with his loaded gun