David Allan Coe – Bossier City

My hands are shaking as I’m sadly learning
The truth behind your innocent disguise
You never thought I knew, that you had been untrue
But I once saw the devil, somewhere in your eyes.

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And now you got the nerve to ask me where I’m goin
And I don’t believe I’d tell you if I knew
I’ll be gone when the sun comes up tomorrow
I believe it’s time to say good-bye to you
And it sure smells like snow in Bossier City
But there ain’t no weather quite as cold as you
I’d sooner stand in Mother Nature’s anger
Than to spend another lonely night with you.

I’m talking but I’m feeling you’re not listenin
My words they just fall heavy on the floor
Yes it’s true that you knew, I would not stay forever
And you won’t see me crying, when I walk out your door.

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And it sure smells like snow in Bossier City
But there ain’t no weather quite as cold as you
I’d sooner stand in Mother Nature’s anger
Than to spend another lonely night with you.

David Allan Coe – Atlanta Song
Capo 1

I met her in Atlanta
She was a-dancing in a cafe
With a price tag on her body
And a tombstone in her eye
You could tell she was not happy
By the way she kept on staring
Past the other side of nowhere
At a man she’d like to try.

And the make-up she had painted
Could not hide the youthful motions
Of her body
I stared like all others
With my right hand in my pocket
While she showed us
Everything the law allowed.

D G A D X2

Twenty bucks an hour later
My one-bedroom apartment
I was feelin weak
She was sweet, she was gentle
As she introduced my body
To some pleasures
It had never ever known.

When I woke up in the morning
She was a-laying there beside me
Like a kitten
With her face turned to the sun
And a look of satisfaction
On her lips that made me wonder
If she ever felt ashamed
Of what we’d done.

So I left her in Atlanta
She was a-dancing in cafe
With a price tag on her body
And a tomestone in her eye
And I guess she still ain’t happy
By the way she keeps on staring
Past the other side of nowhere.

David Allan Coe The 33rd of August

Well, today there’s no salvation
The band’s packed up and gone
And I’m left standing with my penny, in my hand
There’s a big crowd at the station
Where the blind man sings his song
But he sees, Lord, what they can’t understand

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It’s the 33rd of August, Lord
And I’m finally coming down
Eight days from Sunday finds me, Saturday bound

Once I stumbled through the darkness
Fell down to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Woke up, in a squad car
Busted down for vagrancy
And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain

Now I’ve got my, dangerous feeling
Under lock and chain, I’ve killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sang their songs
Within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled

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Yesterday’s newspaper, forecast no rain for today
Yesterday’s news was old news, so I threw it away
Some time’s at night, Lord, you know
I can still feel the pain
And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looks like rain

David Allan Coe – Crazy Mary
Capo 1

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Crazy Mary from London Berry
Lives next door to the cemetery
How many lovers have you buried
We would shout, running scared
Along the green and golden paths
That took us home, away from Crazy Mary.

In the lamplight burning low
Dimly through enchanted woods
She rocks beside the fire that never was lit
And as we ran on by
Pretending to be frightened
We’d shout and laugh at Crazy Mary.

She would never answer us
Smiled through the window softly
Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure
That in the dark of night
She cursed us soundly, casting spells
And such to turn us into donkeys.

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So it seems that older now
We stand upon this wind-swept moor
The lonely grave before us
Testifies that Crazy Mary sings and dreams
He dreams somewhere
But not where little kids can follow after
And on the stone, these words, dear friend
Please write me down as one who loved
The raven-haired and laughing lads
That swore that they would marry me
And soon their sons came running by
And here I lie, forgotten, Crazy Mary.

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