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Ryan Kerr - Milk Carton
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They put a girl’s face on a milk carton
But I knew where she was
See, I tied her up
Thought the best thing for her
Was some time out in the sun
Dug a hole in the far east patch
Just south of the barn
Then I took her there, put her on her knees
And put a bullet in my gun
Now my boy is a good son
Best thing that I ever done
He grew up to be strong and true
Until he fell in with some fellas who
Take him out almost every night
Drinking bottles of brown and picking fights
He’s sniffing out ‘ol trouble and I know
He’s too crooked to walk the line
So go on, go on
Just try telling me I’m wrong
No way, put yourself in my place, and then
Go on, try telling me
You wouldn’t have done the same
It happened one night
I heard from a man
Who heard from another man
The job went all wrong
It was supposed to be in and out
Nobody for miles around
Just a get rich quick
And a haul down to Mexico
There was a girl hidden in the woods
She kept quiet ‘cause she understood
That the cost of her life was worth
Less than the prize of gold
The next day he came to bid goodbye
To say he’s headed south for a little while
He opened the door, began his farewell
Saw the sheriff sitting in a rocking chair
The law came early, there was nothing to do
Except to offer some coffee and a biscuit or two
They had a warrant with my baby boy’s name on the line
And a loose lipped witness from the scene of the crime
They took my boy away, through him in the pen
And I started thinking about that witness again
There was only person living in those woods
And that’s the little girl, Susie, who sells the home baked goods
I went right out, boy, to snatch her up
Threw her under a tarp in my pickup truck
With a rag in her mouth and a rope ‘round her wrists
Now she sits in that far east patch with the pigs
So go on, go on
Just try telling me I’m wrong
No way, put yourself in my place, and then
Go on, try telling me
You wouldn’t have done the same
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Ryan Kerr - Lather Cup
05:32
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Lie in bed, try not to think about it
My head is just a mess I can’t control
I study the questions, never find any answers
Plant two lives and try to make them grow
The sink is full of dirty dishes
And I think it is a metaphor
I could soak them in lather, scrub and rinse
And they’d be clean as the day before
Started thinking about preaching
Thinking of what it was my dad had done
His hands were anointed with fire and lightning
And he spoke prayers that made the devil run
Now sitting in the smoking room
Fifteen years and new beliefs are found
He’s picked up the pieces, rearranged and placed them
But regrets the time he wasted now
I was walking in circles
Just pacing around my living room
Looked in the mirror, saw my reflection
And what good a shave would do
Rinsing out the lather cup
Looked up and saw my face again
There was no transformation, just the same damned mess
Shined clean and looking uncertain
It’s an obstacle, not a demon
I’ve been heading toward the sunset
Each day I’m older than the ones I’ve past
My knees are cracking from the weight of this burden
I’ve piled up upon my back
I know I do it to myself
This game is played between my heart and head
Now it’s time to set the pieces, exploit the weakness and win
But I don’t know how
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Ryan Kerr Fort Wayne, Indiana
Since 2011, Ryan Kerr has been touring the Midwest alongside his unique blend of songwriting; what Dying Scene describes as, “Whiskey-soaked, americana folk-punk”. Through his most recent full-length, “Live Well”, Ryan utilizes atypical song structures and attaches heart and soul to every story that he shares. ... more
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