Tina Nolan had a man
With a good place for siftin’
He invited me diggin’
So I picked up my screen
And a shovel to dig
And a jar of shine
He traded me fair for a bottle of wine
His brother’s Barnes Mountain wine
We trudged through the snow
Straight up the hillside
Took a ridge for a while
Then we slowly went down
To an overhang, hid from the ridgeline
We bent over our handles
And we bit in the ground
The dark and bloody ground
It was a b**h to break ground
But the wine kept us going
The moonshine was flowing
And keeping us warm
Cause you can’t hold a girl
With a fistful of shovel
Gotta find your fire
In the company of corn
We dug for a while
Then it all turned to ashes
Found a bunch of broke flint
And a few bits of bone
Then I heard Jesse yell
Over the pile he was siftin’
Shook the hills like the angels callin’ us home
Jesse and Zachary, come home!
It was banded as hell
It was fluted in clovis
It was hot as the pistol
That I kept on my side
I was fiendin’ so fierce
I was broke a** and busted
I pulled out my pistol
And I took Jesse’s life
A clovis like that
Is a hard point to find
Makes pills swift to come by
With a good chunk of change
Left over for burn
On whatever meanness
Whatever woman is coming my way
Darling, come my way
I sit in this cell
For the banded clovis
I stole off of Nolan
When I k**ed him that day
I reckon the chase
Of the pills and the powder
Corn liquor, and woman
Are the culprits to blame