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Better Than I Used To Be
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Charts
#187 in subgenre Peak #1
Charts
Peak #6
Author
Tom Tognaci
Rights
2011
Uploaded
January 13, 2017
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MP3 5.9 MB 160 kbps 5:10
Story behind the song
The rain came down in buckets, all day long, and pooled in the deep muddy tracks left by the horses and wagons used by the towns people to get them routinely across and down the main street. It continued to rain hard into the December night. And while most of the towns people of Big Whiskey were in their beds, or huddled by their fireplaces, the Oak Board saloon was still open for business. Inside, a slouched figure sat, alone and unassuming. His coat was buttoned high, and his hat was pulled down, hiding the murderous eyes of a man of distinct notoriety. Oblivious of the other patrons in the saloon, he sat motionless; but, for the slow and deliberate mechanics of his libation. Round upon round, he detached himself, as the liquor poured over his mind, dulling this nights venture as a mere diluted and distant memory. And, after what hed done; he thought, hed best be leaving this town.. come morning, theyll be looking for someone to hang, for sure. He downed his last whiskey, paused, then thought, Better than I use to be..The Ballad of William Munny by Tom Tognaci
Lyrics
Better Than I Used To Be By Tom Tognaci V1 He started off a preachers only boy The only time, in his life, he knew joy But a gun brought his daddy down On some dirt street in Illinois He stood scared while he watched his father bleed Picking up the six-gun at his feet He aimed to have his vengeance there But was too young to do the deed He hung his little head in shame And cried the tears no one could read And while the church bells rung, And while a choir sung He swore, to himself, that hed be, Better than I used to be V2 From the everglades to the desert sands He turned outlaw, wanted, in the badlands Some say the demons in his head Fanned the fury of his hands Yeah, the last thing Sheriff Dillon saw Was the blur of his right hand And while the church bells rung, And while a choir sung ...A tattoo on his right hand reads, Better than I used to be V3 Its a mystery thats still misunderstood Its a story of how the bad was turned to good Where a woman gave her heart to The man whod steal it, if he could He was an outlaw, hardened by his trade And the deal with the devil he had made Some say she bartered her own soul Others say, its how she prayed Some say she was an angel Explaining why he seemed afraid And the church bells rung, And the choir sung he promised her, that day, hed be, Better than I used to be V4 He earned the reputation as a thief, A scoundrel who would lie right through his teeth But, in that church, a miracle Had turned over a fresh new leaf Now, its said, he disappeared in ole Paris But, its whispered that he died inTennessee Where its rumored that his headstone reads, Better than I used to be
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