Art -- vocal, guitars; Mike Chafin -- bass, fiddle, banjo; Lori Cragle -- vocal; Tom Smallcomb -- drums
Lyrics
Spinnin’ down a two-lane road, forever in her hands
She kissed the lights of eternity . . . but it would not be had
She drank her fill at a Dew-Drop Inn, with Zevon on the box
She drank a toast to Warren’s soul, a cruel world’s bitter loss
She knew that he would understand the black hole in her heart
She wished that God had chose her too, from this world to depart
But she’s goin’ home to face the man she married
He wears a blood-stained wedding band
She’s goin’ home to face the man their son calls --
behind his back --
Ironhand
She left the Inn, didn’t spend a dime, the drinks were on the men
She wouldn’t trust any one of them, to not be just like Ben
She’d known a boy, one gentle soul, but he didn’t understand
What it took to keep a woman warm, when the frost lay on the land
So she fell for Ben, so tall and strong, and self-assured as sin
But he believes in an angry God, and the fist to drill Him in
She’s goin’ home to face the man she married
He wears a blood-stained wedding band
She’s goin’ home to face the man their son calls --
when he’s alone --
Ironhand
The highway swayed to meet her car with the rhythm of the night
It felt to her like the dance of death, and it felt so damn right
She knew she’d never break the spell, take her child and run
The stranger’s heart that prayed that prayer … felt old and tired and done
. . . She wasn’t sure if she fell asleep, she told the men in blue
Thank God that trucker looked alright, but her car was split in two
A miracle had spared her skin, but Ben would be so mad
That Chevy that she snuck off in . . . was the best he ever had
So she’s goin’ home to face the man she married
He wears a blood-stained wedding band
She’s goin’ home to face the man their son calls --
behind his back --
Ironhand