Song Description
This one is on the dark side.
This song draws inspiration from the tradition of the great murder ballads that got handed down through the ages and found their way to America when the country was young.
Weaving a tale of a crime of passion . The story of one mans heroics that leads to another mans demise . Torn between turning himself in for committing a dreadful deed or running. His instincts tell him to run. Time is of the essence and as he seeks to make his get away a freight train looms in the distance. He is leaving his true love behind. What a sacrifice to make. Certain in the conflict it was self defense, unintentional , but not so sure it would be received that way if he ever stood trial. Still he finds little remorse for his deed, knowing in his heart what kind of man his adversary was. But knowing he could never get the proper justice, as his victim is a man of social standing, "a pillar of the community". No one would believe that the dead mans intentions were not honorable. no one would believe it was self defense
Song Length |
3:43 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana |
Lyrics
Let That Bullet Fly
© Bob Stump 2021
I should have never pulled the trigger
but he would have killed me if I didn't
it was self defense wouldn't no other way to spin it
he tried to take my true love against her will
it was him or me and now he's lying still
I must confess that when I saw that son of a bitch die
I wasn't one bit sorry to have let that bullet fly
there's a train coming in the dark of night
,black smoke rising through the pale moonlight
thinking of my true love as the lonesome whistle wails
got to jump on board before the hounds pick up my trail
I must confess that when I saw that son of a bitch die
I wasn't one bit sorry to have let that bullet fly
maybe I should turn back before it's too late
put my faith in a jury to decide my fate
but there ain't no judge
that would forgive my dreadful deed
the man I killed had em all fooled
a pillar of the community