LITTLE TIMMY
WRITTEN BY: TIM SWADDLING
"Hey there, my little Timmy
Won’t you stay all night with me?
I got satin sheets made of the very best
An’ I’ll show you what I mean
I’ll show you exactly
What I mean."
"I cannot go, I’m not yours no more
I got other plans, you see
There’s this gal at the old hotel
Drinkin’ and waitin’ for me
She’s waitin’ there
Just for me."
"Yeah, I know who she is, she’s no friend of mine
An’ I’ll be damned if you make a new start!"
She said as she pulled a pen knife from her hip
An’ pierced him in the heart
She pierced him
Right in the heart
She called up her little baby sis
"Get down here right away
There’s a dead man layin’ in my bed
Ask no questions of how he got this way
Ask no questions
Of how he got this way."
"Take a deep breath, my little baby sis
And on the count of three
We'll load him up in the middle of the night
And head out for the county
And head out
For the county."
Car wheels turnin’ on the gravel road
Just enough moonlight to see
"Are those dogs barkin’ in the distance
Or hellhounds after me?
Or are the hellhounds
Already after me?"
She took him by the blood stained hand
Little sis took him by the feet
An’ threw him down an abandoned well
Some forty feet deep
Some forty feet
Deep
"Maybe one day your lady friend
Will come and drink from this well
Poisoned with your rotten remains
And she can join you in hell
And you can have that drink
For all eternity."
Later in the morning light while resting under a tree
A little bird flew down from the branch above
And rested on her knee
"You sweet little bird,
I got a cage for you
Filled with your favorite seed."
"I won’t go, I’ll fly away, no - you’ll never cage me!
I’m afraid that you’ll cut me down
Just like you cut your poor little Timmy
Like you cut your
Little Timmy."
"I wish I had a bending bow
And the arrow and the string
I’d shoot that dart straight into your heart
So no pretty bird could sing
So no pretty bird
could ever sing."
"Stop your cryin' my little baby sis
Why do you look at me so strange?
I'm washing my hands to get off these stains
What do you mean, you can’t see?
The sink is running red
My eyes - they don’t fool me."
"Drop me off back at home
But one more thing before you leave
What’s done is done, no mention of this again
But if you talk, you better believe
Kin or not, I’ll cut you down
Just like my little Timmy."
Later on that night with shadows
of empty branches bouncin’ on the wall
The little bird landed and said
"I’ll be here every night to sing this melody
While you're tryin' to sleep about how you cut your
Little Timmy.
Of how you cut down
Your little Timmy."
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