Larry & His Flask Cruel Twist Of Fate
The news did arrive slack jawed and late
My lover is dead, some cruel twist of fate
The dust will settle over the grave
My branded heart will never be saved
The rusty dawn rise to my feet
To meet me in the vacant street
Where dogs will bite and scratch at my heals
200 miles my lips will be sealed
From fetching the shovel to digging her tomb
Our unborn child still lies in the womb
I’ve carried her body across forsaken land
And laid her in the earth with my own two hands
The hills before me and the valleys between
The stars above me and the heavens unseen
The sullen shacks by the side of the trail
I'm broken, I'm starving, I'm lovesick, I'm frail
The path that I follow will turn and will bend
But all will have meaning in the end
To collect her body, tender and fair
And run my rough hands threw her dark wavy hair
From fetching the shovel to digging her tomb
Our unborn child still lies in the womb
I’ve carried her body across forsaken land
And laid her in the earth with my own two hands
Gripping the casket, dripping in tears
Lowering her down with my hopes and my fears
A prayer and a ring go tumbling down
Landing softly upon another box in the ground
From fetching the shovel to digging her tomb
Our unborn child still lies in the womb
Oh, I’ve carried her body across forsaken land
And laid her in the earth with my own two hands
