[Verse 1] Wendell Walker was a friend of mine We'd stain our teeth in the summertime And with lips of purple, the winter would roll Past the boarded windows into our souls And shake our weary bones Now this past winter was the coldest in years It's hard to explain if you've never lived here But it locks your doors and starts your mind Thinking in circles just to pass the time And breaks your weary heart Now Wendell Walker was a man of God But he didn't care much for his sober mind And when the cold mixed in he was turned around Heard the voice of God and the angels sound A message just for him:
[Refrain] "My son, my son, she is the devil's child Won't you save her while you can Cut down the other man"
[Verse 2] Now Wendell Walker was a friend of mine But he married too young in the summertime Their hearts weren't ripe so they fell apart And I found myself with a joyful heart As our secret lives began We found our moments in between the hours When Wendell Walker drove his car to town But one day he found a letter that I wrote for her On the top of her dresser and in his winter mind He heard the voice of God say:
[Refrain] "My son, my son, she is the devil's child Won't you save her while you can Cut down the other man"
[Verse 3] With the voice of the lord ringing in his ears And the note to his wife that confirmed his fears He sat down on the edge of the bed Read the letter again to see who'd sent it But it was signed 'forever yours' He stood up slow like he'd just been hit Walked into the kitchen where his wife was sitting He said, "my mother called on the telephone She says she needs some help so I'll be back in the morning" And he grabbed his heavy coat My phone rang while I was watching the news She said the house was ours to cure these winter blues So I made my way, and we turned the blinds And Wendell walked in just in time To see our secret die and say:
[Outro] "My son, my son I'm gonna have to cut you down" He pointed his rifle to my eyes But his hesitating hands Were shaking from the cold So I pushed his gun away Just as he found his strength And the bullet kissed her lips And I cried: "My god, my god what have I done?" And he reloaded his gun And he put it in his mouth And I stood in the room that I'd createdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
