Collected by Marvin Wallace For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Buck Buttery Lincoln, Arkansas August 19, 1958
Reel 281, Item 6
Bullet Torn Lung
I’m going to tell you a story While my life is still young;
I’m dying; there is no use in trying To patch up a bullet tom lung.
A woman—there's always a reason;
In this case the girl was my wife.
We married and lived happy one season Before trouble entered our life.
He stayed in my home like a brother;
For months our lives went like a song,
Until I thought I had decided
That something in life had gone wrong.
I watched till I finally detected My wife was wrapped up in his charm;
I came in home unexpected,
And I found her clasped tight in his arms.
I walked in the room as she kissed him;
He saw me and for life pleaded.
I shot at the cur but I missed him;
He ran away and left me with my wife.
For many, many years I have rambled, Searching for him again;
And yesterday evening I saw him;
I knew that it was the end.
Yesterday evening when I found him He saw me, he pleaded and cried;
But you know I swore that I would get him, So I choked the darn cur until he died.
To make my job certain, I drilled him With five or six shots from my gun.
I killed him, yes, dam him, I killed him, And the cop came my way on the run.Bullet Torn Lung (Cont’d) Reel 281, Item 6 (Cont’d)
I started to run to the river; I felt a sharp pain in my breast.
I fell to the ground all a quiver;
A bullet had pierced my chest.
There's no use in telling the rest, Doc; There's nothing much more I can tell. I'm happy, for I did my best, Doc.
And now I am headed for hell.
My room seems to be getting colder;
It's dark, and I begin to choke.
There's something a-hold of my shoulder; So long, Doc, I'm going to croke.
Click tabs to swap between content that is broken into logical sections.