Shot Down

Written and Produced by C.L. Stegall

Hot rain in Hondo
And the jungle sweats you blind
Got a straight drop to Cali
Runnin’ “jane” down the west coast line

Panama, Sunday night
Walking packed just to keep it straight
Mexicali, Monday noon
Then, a run with the D.E.A.

Been dead drunk
In Christiansted
Taking shots and doing lines
Getting’ laid down
In San Juan
‘Till he found me with his wife.

Shot him down…
And split that town…

Let that woman … cry…

It’s a hard life, yeah
If you think about it much
But the pay’s all right…
If you keep your head down enough

Layin’ low in David
Pickup and down to Scarborough
That twin-Merc ship
She gets me where I need to go

Met a man
In Cockburn Town
With a job to envy all
Never knew
He was government
‘Til the bullets hit the wall

Shot him down…
And split that town

Let that silver rain .. fall…

Red hands in Rosalie
The target just wouldn’t fall
Lost money in Jamaica
When the Cessna engine stalled

Fell hard in Montego
Run to ground by the CIA
Hid up in a dirt shack
Thinking on the world I hate

There was a beauty
Down in Bermuda
Had her eye on my seven-five
Kissed her when
She turned me down…
We set the Gold Coast on fire

Laid her down
And split that town

Let that woman drown in wine

Caught me down
In Boddentown
Had me cornered, outta luck
Watched me fall
In the bloody surf
‘Cause I could not give it up

Shot me down
And split that town

Let me go with a bullet…in my gut

Find me drunk
In Christiansted
Taking shots and doing lines
Getting wound up
In Boddentown
Drinking Boysenberry wine

Leaving all those memories… in time…

Sailing down the west coast line…

Dead drunk…
In Christiansted…

CL Stegall