The Deliberate Strangers
murder, drinking and Jesus
THE DELIBERATE STRANGERS
When I was wearing cowboy boots I was in my prime Legs went on forever Skirt cut to the thighs. Fiery red hair and chestnut eyes With city girl mystique We hung out at the Horseshoe Lounge To hear those bluegrass tunes. Give me wine and whisky For that high lonesome sound Bring tears to my eyes While singing, “In the Pines.” She’s more to be pitied than scolded For going out on the town Black Fender bass and a Hartke Amp Will hold the bottom down. Miss Scratchy played the fiddle And gave the devil his due The tattooed guitar player Was more severe than Johnny Cash. We wrote our songs about murder Coal mines and the Lord The blood of old punk rockers Pounding through our veins. With the fervor of Ernest Angley Snake handlers and the blues A mad drummer keeping time Tradition bit the dust. ©2026 Stephanie M. Vargo
very nice indeed. Hung out in bluegrass bars when I was a young dude.
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