Story Behind The Song
Seems like in the country there is always one guy like Two-Finger Dan. He is the guy that lives down the street and that you know, if your dog were to set one paw on his property, he's dead. This song is about that guy.
Song Description
Bo Diddley-style uptempo story song about, as we say in Texas, "Killing a man who needed killing."
| Song Length |
3:19 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Country - Boogie |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Tense, Composed |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
TWO-FINGER DAN
Two-Finger Dan was a scandalous man, as mean as a man could be
Two Finger Dan had an evil streak, he was different from you and me
That old man had a chip on his shoulder it was plain for all to see
Two-Finger Dan was just a mean old S.O.B.
Two-Finger Dan was a nasty old man, he?d kill, cheat, steal and lie
Once poisoned my sister?s puppy dog, I had to sit there and watch him die
If a drunk stumbled onto his property, he?d drop him just like a stone
Two-Finger Dan was a man you just left alone.
But I?d hate to sit and judge him, lest I be judged myself
I never claimed that I was perfect
I?m no better than anyone else
And I?m telling you all of this by way of just trying to explain
Why I just put a bullet right through that old man?s brain.
He was missing a finger off each hand and nobody knew for sure
He said he lost ?em in Viet Nam fighting with the Corps
But I also heard he lost ?em cause he failed to pay a debt
To a man who just ain?t done what I did yet.
And Two-Finger Dan sure picked the wrong man when he set his sights on me
What started out as a small dispute got to be like World War III
He?d get drunk and go to cussin? my wife and my little kids
He wanted me to take him on, today I did.
I?ve never been quick to anger, always wanted to talk instead
But he spent so long pushing on me I guess I finally lost my head
I assumed he had a pistol, I just shot him before he shot me
But either way the world?s a better place to be
But I expect the cops are gonna haul me in and I?ll stand trial for my crime
They can do whatever they want to me, I ain?t afraid of doing time
They can torture me until I?m dead and I?ll never say I am
Sorry for killin? that nasty little man.
Words & Music by Greg Westfall
© 2003 Greg Westfall, BMI
Voice & Guitars ? Westfall
Bass ? Bob Prince
Drums ? Steve Froese