Story Behind The Song

This was originally written as movie scene, and is meant to give the listener a clear visual image of the story as it unfolds.

Song Description

Male vocal, acoustic and clean electric guitar. This is a story of betrayal and redemption. Told from the perspective of the singer, we follow him as he starts his morning like any other ... until a forgotten wallet bring him back home unexpectedly to find his woman with another man. Taking things into his own hands, he handles the situation in a unique way that gives him payback without loosing his cool.

Lyrics

Slappin' at the ringin'
As I stumbled out of bed
Fumblin' for the lights
I tried to clear my head

Then smiled at my lady
Remembering the night before
Grabbed a cup of java
And I wandered out the door

Well I'd just as soon stayed home
But I had to pay the rent
Wantin' another tumble
But down the road I went

Then sittin' at a stop light
A few miles down the road
The needle was pointing empty
But I left my wallet home!

Pulled back in the driveway
Eased back through the door
But instead of hearin' quiet
I heard the night before!

So I got out my Daisy rifle
But this time not for fun
And I filled the pellet chamber of my big black bb gun

I pumped it once, twice, thrice, four
I pumped it again and I pumped it some more
Seven, eight, nine, ten
I pumped it some more and I pumped it again

Sneakin' down the hallway
Creepin' cross the floor
Then no more need for silence
As my boot kicked in the door

And lying in the splinters
Like a thousand tons of lead
Was my woman and the neighbor
Shocked and frozen in my bed

Lookin' stunned and black
Waitin' for the shoe to fall
I sighted down the barrel and said
"Get up against the Wall!"

Mr. Smith looked over his shoulder
He said, "Hey, whatchoo gonna do?"
Well I said, "You ain't worth no hard time
But I ain't quite through witchoo."

So I got my Sharpie marker
It was all permanent and black
And I couldn't help but chuckle
As I scrawled across his back

I wrote, "Dear Mrs. Smith,
Johnny's been a bad, bad boy
He's a cheatin' lout
You should kick him out
And take away all his toys!

Well I turned back to that woman
She was shaking and cryin' some
But I said "You can pack your bags girl,
'Cause you and me are done."

Then Mr. Smith, her started prayin'
And he fell down to the floor
So I dragged him off his knees
And sent him naked out the door

At first, he started walkin'
Then he start to run
"Cause I shot him in the ass
With my big, black bb gun!