country folk acoustic americana Alt-country Golden Girl by I See Hawks in L.A. from album California Country
Duration : 5 minutes & 5 seconds.
Listener : 223 peoples.
Played : 915 times and counting.
I feel in love with a golden girl
A wild, young beauty with golden curls
But a streak in our hearts ran a deathly black
I took her to Whitewater
But she won’t be coming back
When I first met her she was just 17
Singing in the choir of the Holy Nazarene
As we bowed our heads in prayer she gave me a wink
I knew our book was written in the devil’s ink
My own wife had left me on Christmas Eve
Standing by the tree, I begged her not to leave
But that golden child gave me a start
A flower bloomed inside my cold, cold heart
Can a flower bloom inside a cold, cold heart?
Then she asked me to buy her a bottle of wine
So her and her friends could have a real good time
Beneath those fluorescent lights of Red’s Liquor Store
She giggled and whistled and made me love her more
She showed me the pleasures of the loose and the wild
she snuck into my bedroom most every night
she found me a pistol and loaded it too
She wanted money what else could I do
I picked up my brother and she rode in the back
she waited in the car in case we were attacked
20 minutes later at the Navaho Bar
We took $1500 dollars from the Chief’s jar
But he was standing in the shadows as we headed for the door
He lowered his rifle and settled the score
My brother collapsed when the round hit his chest
I carried him to the car and I laid him down to rest
Oh brother farewell, for he loved you the best
SOLO
and I cried, I cried, and I cried, I cried, I cried
I hit the gas and she giggled a bit
said looks like now it’s just a two way split
raised up my pistol told her to get quiet
she didn’t listen, I felt myself fire it
Then things were silent except for one sound
of a cold soul leaving the golden ground
I took her still body out of the Caprice
Carried her off into the tall pine trees
I set her sit in a chair of spoiled stones
No cushion for her flesh, no frame for her bones
And I asked God to put us both on trial
Sat at her feet and I waited a while
Then the sky opened up and the rain did fall
And I buried her body by the waterfall
I feel in love with a golden girl
A wild, young beauty with golden curls
But a streak in our hearts ran a deathly black
I took her to Whitewater
But we won’t be coming back
I took her to Whitewater
But no one’s coming back
