Song Description
Taken from the 2012 album, Fires of Home by Rosedale Crossing.
Full band and album details available at www.rosedalecrossing.com.
| Song Length |
4:56 |
Genre |
Country - Bluegrass, Folk - Bluegrass |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Heated, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Murder, Rape, Suicide |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
She was my brother's lover
She was his weekend girl
One day in cold December
We drove to Hope's motel
We knew what we were doing
The room was warm and dry
We laid on English linen
Until the morning light
Hep boy, no use in crying
Hep boy, your own sweet fault
Hep boy, stop your lying
Hep boy, now she's all gone, she's all gone
Well now, at ten past dawning
Came a knock on our door
My brother he had found us
And we could hide no more
With eyes ablaze he stood there
Stiff with his righteous pride
He took a last look slowly
Then stepped into the light
Hep boy, no use in crying
Hep boy, your own sweet fault
Hep boy, stop your lying
Hep boy, now she's all gone, she's all gone
Well we dressed in denim
With not a word to tell
Took the road to Boston
As the cold snow fell
We found my brother waiting
Under the 495
Above the icy river
Held by his old necktie