Mick Daniel and the Raynmen - a rootsy, hard-hitting quartet that can fit easily into a rockabilly/cowpunk/alt country or even classic rock venue/category.
The story of one man's bitterness over a hard-lived life.
Lyrics
My name is Billy Coy
I live down by the woods
My cabin ain’t too big
But still it suits me good
My gun leans on the rail
That runs along my porch
Don’t come round here or I’ll just shoot you dead.
When I was just a boy
My Pappy beat me good
My Momma wouldn’t stop him
Although she knew she should
He put food on the table
But that was all she wrote
She left one spring and I was all alone.
I kept my ass in school
For as long as I could
It kept me far from home
Deep down in them old woods
I lied about my age
Joined the army at sixteen
I jumped a plane and headed cross the sea
We smoked a lot of drugs
And killed a lot of folk
We gambled and we whored
It all seemed like a joke
Shot commies in the head
While lookin’ ‘em in the eye
It was my job and they deserved to die
I got home to the States
Some work I hoped to find
But nothing came my way
And no one seemed to mind
My mind was wrecked by war
My body wound up tight
I was hungry and I had no place to go
I finally found a man
Whom my services could use.
He sent me round to folks
Who hadn’t paid their dues
I broke some legs and arms
I shot some others dead
One day the cops came knockin’ at my door
They sent me off to prison
And put me in a cell
They tried to teach me trades
But I didn’t learn so well
I did my time in silence
And one day they let me go
I hopped a bus and went back to the woods
So now I sit and rock
On my cabin’s porch
Eat critters that I shot
By the light of a torch
My rifle’s on my lap
So don’t you come round here
I sure as hell don’t need you comin’ round
