The Fix - The Ballad Of Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel текст песни

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

(spoken) Ladies and Gentlemen, "The Ballad of Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and the Senator's Wife."

Violet was a demon
In the aprons of a wife
She was lookin' for the passion
That was missin' in her life
Married to a senator
Her heaven and her hell
See, way down depp, Ms Vi'let
Was a jukebox jezebel

Friday nights, she's hitch her skirts
And race off down the hill
Heading for a bourbon joint
Called Tommy's Roadside Grill
Damn, she took the place by storm
This fancy DC flirt
A whirl of silk and satin
In the denim and the dirt

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Chorus:

Little Miss Society
Was wantin' to be free
Hank'rin' for some rug burns
In her '59 Capri
Thumbed herself a ride
On a rocket straight to hell
Yes, the devil gets his due, boys...

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

And from time to time
He gets the girl as well

The bikers, they was hooting
There was cheering from the mob
And standing tall amon them
was a cracker, name of Bob
He said "Lady best move on
Before they jumpy your sweet behind"
But Vi'let just smiled and said,
"That's what I had in mind"

They made tracks for Bobby's Chevy,
And so the ev'ning went
And these late night rendezvous
Became a regular event
Each Friday 'round eleven
Vi'let Chandler lost control
Grabbed herself her man
And took the barrel for a roll

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Chorus:

Little Miss Society
Was wantin' to be free
Hank'rin' for some rug burns
In her '59 Capri
Thumbed herself a ride
On a rocket straight to hell
Yes, the devil gets his due, boys...

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

And from time to time
He gets the girl as well

But Bobby never met a throat
He didn't mean to slice
And the lawmen were intent
On making Bobby pay the price
The sheriff vowed he'd track him down
'Til they met eye to eye
And they dragged him from his truck
As he was pullin' up his fly

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Chorus:

Vi'let screamed
And she started to cry
But deep inside
She knew her Bobby Barrel wouldn't die

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

Bobby pleaded guilty
And his judgement came to pass

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Judge:

"Say your prayers, you sorry bastard
'Cause we're gonna fry your ass!"

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

They marched him to the chair
And still he offered no excuse
But they let him say his final words
Before they cranked the juice...

Just let it be said
That I loved me a woman
A first class
High toned
Washington bitch...

VIOLET

Throw the switch...!

(SFX - Electric chair)

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

Vi'let clutched her belly
As they dropped him in his tomb
Knowing that his child
Lay deep within her womb

Chorus:

Cal...
Cal...
Cal...
Cal...

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Chorus:

Little Miss Society
Was wantin' to be free
Hank'rin' for some rug burns
In her '59 Capri
Thumbed herself a ride
On a rocket straight to hell
Yes, the devil gets his due, boys...

Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:

And from time to time
He gets the girl as well