Howdy here's the third song from my new album-in-progress Turning. The album is based on a collection of short stories by Australian author Tim Winton, who happened to grow up in the same place and way as I did.

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There’s a gun against your cheek
And you’re holed up in the window of your room
Below the town runs dirty as a creek
Stealing, cheating, lying in clouds of soft perfume
A boy was found legs broken at the joints
And your dog died on the patio for no cause
And the cops round here flash shiny golden coins
As they hold you tightly in their claws

Hold me hold me know that I have got your back
When murder comes I know what to do
I am one with this gun and fearless in attack
I take a long clear view

Walking down the street the cars come sliding by
They watch you for a while and then they leave
And you know you can’t talk about the things you see at night
You’re a stranger here, it’s too damned hot to breathe
The weight of this old gun is comfort raw and pure
The cold click of a firing pin will keep you safe
It’s hell around these parts but the road ahead is clear
You can hold out for as long as it will take

(Rpt chorus)

Last edited by Andrew - PG Music; 08/24/20 11:34 AM.