Bounty
Love, Redemption, and a Fateful Journey: Dean Brody's 'Bounty' Tale
Lyrics
I'd say, I'm a lover, not a fighter
I define myself as someone who prefers love over conflict.
I never stare nobody down
I avoid confrontations and don't intimidate others.
'Til one night my girl
One evening, my girlfriend went missing.
I could not find
I couldn't locate her.
She never made it back from town
She never returned from town.
I found my Shannon crying in the woods
I discovered my partner, Shannon, crying in the woods.
Wicked man held her down
A malicious man had attacked her.
So I stuck him deep and I buried him good
I retaliated, causing harm to him and burying him.
Not deep enough to fool the hounds
My actions weren't concealed well enough to escape detection.
We took shelter in a chapel
We sought refuge in a chapel.
'Neath the blood moon sky
Under the blood moon, I purchased a gun, and Shannon became my wife.
I bought a gun and made Shannon my wife
We traveled by boxcar to Mexico.
We jumped in a box-car to old Mexico
My worth in my homeland is diminished due to my actions.
Where I ain't worth a penny of my bounty back home
No I ain't worth a penny of my bounty back home
I hold no value in the eyes of my homeland.
That train stopped in Tijuana
The train halted in Tijuana.
We built a shack beneath the sun
We built a home under the sun.
I make my Shannon margaritas
I make drinks for Shannon, and we enjoy our children's laughter.
We watch our children laugh and run, run, run
Sometimes I miss my daddy
Occasionally, I miss my father.
Sometimes I miss my mom
At times, I miss my mother.
But I think they'd be real proud of me
I believe they would be proud of the person I've become.
To know the man that I've become
We took shelter in a chapel
We sought refuge again in a chapel.
'Neath the blood moon sky
Under the blood moon, I made Shannon my wife.
I bought a gun and made Shannon my wife
We journeyed to Mexico by boxcar.
We jumped in a box-car to old Mexico
My worth in my homeland remains low.
Where I ain't worth a penny of my bounty back home
No I ain't worth a penny of my bounty back home
-Train, train roll on
Expressing a desire for the train to continue moving.
Train, train roll on
Train, train roll on, roll on
-Shannon, why'd you run with me?
Questioning why Shannon chose to run away with me.
She said, what was I supposed to do boy?
Shannon responds, questioning what else she could have done.
Just watch you leave?
She couldn't just watch me leave.
You'd have broken my heart
My departure would have caused her heartbreak and nightmares.
You'd have haunted my dreams
Your love, boy, is all I need
Shannon reassures that my love is all she needs.
Your love, boy, is all I'll ever need
Her love is sufficient for me.
We took shelter in a chapel
We found shelter in a chapel once more.
'Neath the blood moon sky
Under the blood moon, Shannon became my wife.
I bought a gun and made Shannon my wife
We traveled to Mexico by boxcar.
We jumped in a box-car to old Mexico
Our worth in our homeland remains minimal.
Where we ain't worth a penny of our bounty back home
No we ain't worth a penny of our bounty back home
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