The wind is high, you can hear it cry All the way to the cold, cold moon And I hurt inside, in my heart tonight I feel like cryin’ too
Eleven months and a day Was all the judge had to say They took young Dan and locked him away Yeah, weed was his crime And young Dan did his time Thinkin’ ’bout his pretty girl Mae When they gave back his clothes And put him out on the road Pretty Mae was waitin’ in her car There’s all kinds of free But the best had to be That first night back in Pretty Mae’s arms
Well, they shacked up in a trailer backed up To the sandbar and Weeping Willow Creek The creek ran low, the summer passed slow There’s never been a love so deep
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Now Deputy Ray He had it bad for Pretty Mae Couldn’t stand to see her with that ex-con Half a bottle of Scotch Cradled in his crotch He headed out there with his blue lights on Thirty-aught-six Thinkin’ that would do the trick He run the bastard off down the road Ray’d have his way Get it on with Pretty Mae But first that ex-con had to go
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Well Dan said, “Ray, What brings you out this way? Pretty Mae is just fixin’ up some grub” But Ray was on a tear And Pretty Mae could hear him swear Just kept shoutin’, and wavin’ that gun No time to think Underneath the sink Pretty Mae had kept a pistol of her own Yeah, shots were fired Broken glass, a blown tire But only the willow would know
They found a cruiser car An empty trailer by the sandbar And not another clue left behind Yeah Deputy Ray Young Dan and Pretty Mae Somebody left, somebody most likely died
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The wind is high, you can hear it cry All the way to the cold cold moon