Decent Man
He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had
When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad
But it kicks right through my bones every second of every day
Clacking by like cobblestones under broken wheels
And if the truth be known, I wasn't doing that well
I wasn't paying attention, I brought it on myself
And I blamed it on the gods that seemed to smile on everybody else
I got so inside out, I didn't know what was real
My fields are empty now
My ground won't take the plow
It's washed down to gravel and stones
It's only good for burying bones
I took the pistol off the wall, somebody hollered, "Put it back
Sit down, dad, before you fall down, you got no earthly use for that"
But I slipped out the kitchen door, saddled up the sway backed mule
Cinched her tight and swung on board, rode off like a drunken fool
Rode right on off the world, just like it never mattered none
There wasn't nothing but me and the hurt, and the biting cold, and the heft of that gun
In the pocket of a sheepskin coat, moonlight in a madman's eye
For the unfairness of it all, surely something had to die
My fields are empty now
My ground won't take the plow
It's washed down to gravel and stones
It's only good for burying bones
He came out in the lantern light
His face in the flash was the last I saw of the world when it was still right
I didn't watch him fall, I knew I'd hit him good, twice in the chest without a thought
Turned the mule towards the county seat, like I knew I ought
My fields are empty now
My ground won't take the plow
It's washed down to gravel and stones
It's only good for burying bones
My fields are empty now
My ground won't take the plow
It's washed down to gravel and stones
It's only good for burying bones
Lola comes to visit, just nothing I can say
We sit here of an afternoon 'til it's time for her to go away
She rides home on that same mule that brought me to this place
Don't know how she even stands to look upon her daddy's face
He was more than just a decent man
Best friend I ever had
When you're shooting at a coffee can
Thirty eight don't kick that bad