Beaumont Blues by The Bellfuries Lyrics
Well, I never planned to stay
Even as a kid it seemed too gray
Secretly I’d wait
Plotting my escape
But a town like this just has a way of keeping you
When papa suddenly
Up and passed away
Mama was never the same
And it meant more chores for me
There wasn’t time to cry
We still had a farm to run
Beaumont Blues number one
When I met Savannah Jean
We were barely both sixteen
We got to kissing quick
Ended up with a kid
We were scared as hell
Broke as well, but we married
On the day they closed the factory
They cut us out at three
With only two weeks worth of severance
And a hundred heaps of misery
I told my wife and little LoraBelle
“Girls, we’ll make do”
Beaumont Blues number two
My folks got married here
Are buried here
And I carry the family name
I’m proud of what they did
But dammit if I ain’t doomed to do the same
I ain’t doomed to do the same
Dear Sheriff Holloway, I never meant to murder Cody White
But I saw red
Shot him dead
For he had bed my wife
I grabbed LoraBelle and bolted east towards Smithville
I write you in surrender
From the Katy House Motel
Send your boys to drag me back
And put me in the darkest cell
Those bars won’t feel no different than those city lines did to me
Beaumont Blues number
I’ll two-step to the chair in dead man’s shoes
Beaumont Blues
Even as a kid it seemed too gray
Secretly I’d wait
Plotting my escape
But a town like this just has a way of keeping you
When papa suddenly
Up and passed away
Mama was never the same
And it meant more chores for me
There wasn’t time to cry
We still had a farm to run
Beaumont Blues number one
When I met Savannah Jean
We were barely both sixteen
We got to kissing quick
Ended up with a kid
We were scared as hell
Broke as well, but we married
On the day they closed the factory
They cut us out at three
With only two weeks worth of severance
And a hundred heaps of misery
I told my wife and little LoraBelle
“Girls, we’ll make do”
Beaumont Blues number two
My folks got married here
Are buried here
And I carry the family name
I’m proud of what they did
But dammit if I ain’t doomed to do the same
I ain’t doomed to do the same
Dear Sheriff Holloway, I never meant to murder Cody White
But I saw red
Shot him dead
For he had bed my wife
I grabbed LoraBelle and bolted east towards Smithville
I write you in surrender
From the Katy House Motel
Send your boys to drag me back
And put me in the darkest cell
Those bars won’t feel no different than those city lines did to me
Beaumont Blues number
I’ll two-step to the chair in dead man’s shoes
Beaumont Blues