Wed 23 Jun 99 9:20
MARTY LEIPZIG
Cross Southerner.

Blame Dan for this one, it was his suggestion (although it sorta strayed a bit from the original...)

Cross Southerner - With apologies to Crosby, Stills, & Nash

Got run out of town on a rail, you southern moron?
You got caught makin' a reach for a wee little maid.
She was just prayin' a little prayer for her insides,
Prayin' that your hands on her you wouldn't again lay.
Off in the office you tried to boff this sweet lass.
You had eighty more parole days, yet on her you had to prey.
But at a noisy revival in Houston when you attempted to bonk her,
Caught on a mid-day watch, I realized why now you ran away.

CHORUS:

Think about how many times you have fallen.
You say spirits are using you, God's voice's callin'.
What heaven brought you cannot be envisioned.
You now run around the world,
Lookin' for safe haven, far away from that girl.
Who knows what her father ensured? He's gonna kill ya'.
And you know he will, And you know he will.
When you see the Cross Southerner for the first time,
You understand now why you must run away.
'Cause the sawed-off shotgun you're gonna be runnin' from is so small,
But it's as big as his promise, his promise of offin' you someday.
So you're running from tomorrow, in your dreams you are dyin'.
And your lust is an anchor tied to you, tied with a ball and chain.
You ain't got shit and from vengeance you're still flyin'.
She has 3 months to go and "Revenge" is her new name.

CHORUS

So you cheated and you lied and were arrested.
And you never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing for you.
You will not survive being bested.
But someday soon she'll come along make you remember dodging her.
And the Cross Southerner...

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