Song for David Berman - John Vanderslice

They closed the road to Laramie

Slowly it came rain then snow then ice

I killed my engine and paced outside

Out in the soft gray light

Oh, oh, oh, no turning back

I called my doctor on his cell

The call went straight to voicemail

Oh, oh, oh, I thought of you

I called my doctor on his cell

The call went straight to voicemail

Oh, oh, oh, I thought of you

When I was stung by a scorpion

You crushed up some tobacco leaf for me

Pulled out from your Red Man pouch

Tthe Sioux had taught you all you knew

Oh, oh, oh, I do believe it’s true

Oh, oh, oh, I do believe it’s true

They cut you down with a single shell

A winchester «Double L»

Your switchblade fell and caught the light

Massacres are disguised as battles all the time

I do believe it’s true, oh, oh, oh

I do believe it’s true, oh, oh, oh