Banded Clovis

Tina Nolan had a man with a good place for siftin' He invited me diggin', so I picked up my screen And a shovel to dig and a jar of shine Traded me fair for a bottle of wine His brother's Barnes Mountain wine We trudged through the snow straight up the hillside Took a ridge for a while, then we slowly went down To an overhang hid from the ridgeline We bent o'er our handles and we bit in the ground The dark and bloody ground Was a bitch to break ground but the wine kept us goin' Moonshine was flowin' and keepin' us warm 'Cause you can't hold a girl with a fistful of shovel Got to find your fire in the company of corn We dug for a while then it all turned to ashes Found a bunch of broke flint and a few bits of bone Then I heard Jesse yell o'er the pile he was sifting Shook the hills like the angels were callin' us home Jesse, Zachary come home It was banded as hell, it was fluted and Clovis It was hot as the pistol I kept on my side And I was fiending so fierce, I was broke ass and busted I pulled out my pistol and I took Jesse's life Clovis like that is a hard point to find Makes pills swift to come by with a good chunk of change Left over for burn on whatever meanness Whatever woman is comin' my way Darlin' come my way I sit in this cell for the banded Clovis I stole off of Nolan when I killed'm that day I reckon the chase of the pills and the powder Corn liquor and woman are the culprits to blame --- Banded Clovis - Tyler Childers