Mark Swinegar - Kid Curry Lyrics

Kid Curry was an outlaw, the Cherokee way
Spurs a'click'n, but not much to say
Revenge it rides him, and he'll get it one day
His young brother Billy, died that way

And Billy's lonesome no more, yeah Billy's lonesome
Billy's lonesome no more
F*ck the folklore Yeah, F*ck the folklore

Hate she's a risen, Kid won't let her down
For Bill's been buried, six feet in the ground
They buried him a midnight, nobody around
Now nobody's talking, no not a sound

And Billy's lonesome no more, yeah Billy's lonesome
No more, Billy's lonely no more
F*ck the folklore Yeah, F*ck the folklore

Like a junky, he's addicted to death
He shoots the ministers daughter and son named Jeff
Because they watched Billy take his last breath
And they laughed as he crackled, yeah they laughed at his death

An ol' bowler hat perched on top of his head
Wesson at his side, a pocket full of lead
Conscience deserted, vacant thoughts instead
Kid Curry kills for fun, and because he loves red