Long Black Veil
from Midwest Hotel by The Gaslights
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Written by Danny Dill/Marijohn Wilkin, licensed by Universal/Polygram
lyrics
Lyircs:
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light
The ones that saw, they all agreed
That the one who ran looked a lot like me
She walks these hills, in along black veil
she visits my grave, when the night winds wail
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
The judge said "Son what is your alibi,
if you were somewhere else then you don't have to die"
I said not a word though it meant my life
for I had been in the arms, of my best friends wife
She walks these hills, in along black veil
she visits my grave, when the night winds wail
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
Well the scaffold is high and eternity is near
she stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
but sometimes at night when the cold wind moans
in a long black vail she cries over my bones
She walks these hills, in along black veil
she visits my grave, when the night winds wail
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light
The ones that saw, they all agreed
That the one who ran looked a lot like me
She walks these hills, in along black veil
she visits my grave, when the night winds wail
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
The judge said "Son what is your alibi,
if you were somewhere else then you don't have to die"
I said not a word though it meant my life
for I had been in the arms, of my best friends wife
She walks these hills, in along black veil
she visits my grave, when the night winds wail
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
Well the scaffold is high and eternity is near
she stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
but sometimes at night when the cold wind moans
in a long black vail she cries over my bones
She walks these hills, in along black veil
she visits my grave, when the night winds wail
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
credits
from Midwest Hotel,
track released May 1, 2004
Abigail Henderson: vocals, guitar
Chris Meck: guitar, vocals
Monty Black: bass
Glen Hockemeier: drums
Created over the spring/summer 2004 at the Rock Salon in downtown Kansas City, MO on 1/2" 8 track analog tape, mixed directly to CDR. Engineereed and Produced by Chris Meck at the Rock Salon, KCMO. Mastered by Dana Detrick-Clark for Serious Vanity Music. No animals, Protools, or Autotunes were harmed in the making of these recordings.
Copyright © 2004 Flyover Records, ASCAP.
Abigail Henderson: vocals, guitar
Chris Meck: guitar, vocals
Monty Black: bass
Glen Hockemeier: drums
Created over the spring/summer 2004 at the Rock Salon in downtown Kansas City, MO on 1/2" 8 track analog tape, mixed directly to CDR. Engineereed and Produced by Chris Meck at the Rock Salon, KCMO. Mastered by Dana Detrick-Clark for Serious Vanity Music. No animals, Protools, or Autotunes were harmed in the making of these recordings.
Copyright © 2004 Flyover Records, ASCAP.
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