Wendell Walker was a friend of mine
We'd stain our teeth in the summertime
And with lips of purple the winter would roll
Past the wary windows into our souls
And shake our weary bones

Now this past winter was the coldest in years
It's hard to explain if you've never lived here
But it locks your doors and starts your mind
Thinking in the circles just to pass the time
And breaks your weary heart

The Wendell Walker was a man of God
But he didn't care much for his sober mind
And when the cold mixed in he was turned around
Heard the voice of God and the angels sound
A message just for him

My son, my son
She is the devil's child
Won't you save her while you can?
Cut down the other man

The Wendell Walker was a friend of mine
But he married too young in the summertime
Their hearts weren't ripe so they fell apart
And I found myself with a joyful heart
As our secret lives began

We found our moments in between the hours
When Wendell Walker drove his car to town
But one day he found a letter that I wrote for her
On the top of her dresser, and in his winter mind he heard the voice of God say

My son, my son
She is the devil's child
Won't you save her while you can?
Cut down the other man

With the voice of the Lord ringing in his ears
And the note to his wife that confirmed his fears
He sat down on the edge of the bed
Read the letter again to see who sent it
But it was signed forever yours

He stood up slow like he'd just been hit
Walked into the kitchen where his wife was sitting
He said my mother called on the telephone
She says she needs some help so I'll be back in the morning
And he grabbed his heavy coat

My phone rang while I was watching the news
She said the house was ours to cure this winter blues
So I made my way and we turned the blinds
And Wendell walked in just in time to see our secret die
And say

My son, my son
I'm gonna have to cut you down
He pointed his rifle to my eyes
But his hesitating hands
Were shaking from the cold
So I pushed his gun away
Just as he found his strength
And the bullet kissed her lips
And I cried

My God, my God
What hell hath done
And he reloaded his gun
And he put it in his mouth
And I stood in the room
That I created

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    General CommentMan, after hearing that story, I sure hope Andy starts making some better life choices going forward....
    Spindrift300on December 14, 2017   Link

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