Banded Clovis - Tyler Childers

Tina Nolan had a man with a good place for siftin'

He invited me diggin', so I picked up my screen

And a shovel to dig and a jar of shine

He traded me fair for a bottle of wine

His brother’s Barnes Mountain wine

We trudged through the snow straight up the hillside

Took a ridge for a while, then we slowly went down

To an overhang hid from the ridgeline

We bent o’er our handles and we bit in the ground

The

dark and bloody ground

Was a bitch to break ground but the wine kept us goin'

The moonshine was flowin' and keepin' us warm

'Cause you can’t hold a girl with a fistful of shovel

Got to find your fire in the company of corn

We dug for a while then it all turned to ashes

Found a bunch of broke flint and a few bits of bone

Then I heard Jesse yell o’er the pile he was sifting

Shook the hills like the angels were callin' us home

Jesse, Zachary come home

It was banded as hell, it was fluted and clovis

It was hot as the pistol I kept on my side

I was fiending so fierce, I was broke ass and busted

I pulled out my pistol and I took Jesse’s life