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Carolina Drama - The Raconteurs
"The white milk dropped down with the blood." The whole song is basically a Cormac McCarthy novel in 6 minutes.
[Intro] I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of them knows the end
[Verse 1] It was a junk house in South Carolina Held a boy the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy And their mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose But thank God he didn't own a gun
[Verse 2] Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck Took a minute to open his eyes He took a peep into the back of the house And found himself a big surprise He didn't see his brother, but there was his mother With her red-headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man
[Verse 3] Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up, and had to struggle to stand He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer Turn the priest into a shell of a man The priest was putting up the fight of his life But he was old and he was bound to lose The boyfriend hit as hard as he could And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
[Verse 4] Well, now Billy knew but never actually met The preacher lying there in the room He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy" Then he knew what he was gonna do Billy got up enough courage, took it up And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find It was a cold, glass bottle of milk That got delivered every morning at nine
[Verse 5] Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor And he turned around and put the lock on the door He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry Then he took a step toward the man on the ground From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!" And Billy said, "Not 'til I know what this is all about" "Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama" But Billy knew just who was starting the drama So Billy took dead aim at his face And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace And the white milk dripped down with the blood And the boyfriend fell down dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?" His mama reached behind the sugar and honey And pulled out an envelope filled with money "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears "He's been paying all the bills for years" "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees And put daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee" Just then his little brother came in Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin
[Bridge] Singing; la la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la, la la la...
[Outro] Well now you heard another side to the story But you wanna know how it ends? If you must know the truth about the tale Go and ask the milkman