Lyrics

Railroadspikes and Shotgunshells

They first met upon a winter's day
It was cold enough to wanna slip away
And make some heat in the back seat of a car
Kill the lights turn the radio on
They were all dressed down they were too far gone
Far enough for never coming home

No flowers, no church bells
Just railroad spikes and shotgun shells
And you could hear the angels up above
Singing praises for fast love

So, he ran home and he left his wife
Packed a guitar case and an old buck knife
Grabbed some clothes and he never did look back
Looked for her but she was gone
And realized she wasn't coming along
Never stopped to think what he'd done

He went down upon a winter's night
Left the radio on and killed the headlights
And thought about his life for awhile
Reached over and grabbed that knife
Cut himself and bled his life
And watched it slip away like she had done

No flowers, no church bells
Just railroad spikes and shotgun shells
And you could hear the angels up above
Singing praises for fast love

c.2005 Craig Aspen & Cyd Frazzini, BMI