Swampy Country Gothic
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Lyrics
Burying The Past
(Dave Blowers / Martin Buchanan/Tim Skeen)
Out in the swamp in the middle of the night
Digging a hole by the truckbed light
Down to the depths of hell if she could
But a two by four by six’ll be good
Throwing in pieces of a broken past
Dark sunglasses, and her wedding dress
Whiskey bottles, old photographs
All bundled up in a burlap sack
Chorus
She’s gonna laugh at the devil
She’s gonna ring out that Liberty Bell
She’s gonna chase her demons
All the way to hell
She’s gonna sing with the angels
Hallelujah, I’m free at last
Claim her redemption
No more looking back
She’s burying the past
Thirteen stitches over her left eye
Four broken ribs just to watch her cry
Twenty long years of crawling under his hand
Tonight it's done, she’s made her stand
Chorus
Bridge
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Six feet of dirt just to hide the proof
When the sun comes up she'll be rid of his sins
And she’ll never turn her cheek again
Chorus