Outside of Baltimore
I stopped at a liquor store,
to use the telephone,
to see if my wife was home.

I inhaled the rainy spring,
chewed on the raw wind,
dialed my number
and counted the rings.

A bomb went off in the parking lot,
it threw me down, singed my hair,
and shattered the glass of the liquor store.
I saw a gutted van, burning green and gold,
spitting sparks; I thought I saw someone inside.

I stood in shock ‘til the cops rolled up,
they took me in, I was the only witness.
I waited until the Feds arrived:
two men in shades, half my age.

They asked me about Desert Storm,
the Turks, the Kurds, chemical wars.
I told ‘em I only know the road–
I told ‘em I only sold
the Magipeeler, Forever Knives,
the Eternal Dicer, Miracle Slicer.
They said: "You’re not a suspect.
Maybe we’ll keep in touch."

Lyrics submitted by tchaiz

Billy Dale Hunt song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top