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Words and Music: Mark David Manders

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Three Sheets to the Wind
Words and Music: Mark David Manders

Now Henry slapped his mules as he set them out to graze
Took a rag out of his pocket and he wiped the sweat away
He glanced back toward the house, saw his daughter dressed in white
Hanging laundry on the line that ran along side the pen
Three sheets to the wind
Now the year was seventy-one and Kansas was alive
Reconstruction was the order for those who would abide
But Henry was a black man and there were those where he went
Who weren’t afraid to tell him what that proclamation meant to them
Three sheets to the wind
Beware of the shadows that fall before the dawn
Don’t ever trust a man unless you know where he comes from
Many are the ladies who can’t recall the name
Of the fool who lost his life over things he could not change
Now Billy poured a drink and he stared down at his cards
The night was getting late and his thoughts were growing dark
He said, “Boys, I think it’s time we made our presence known”
“Let’s take a little ride and see if good ole Henry’s home.” And he grinned
Three sheets to the wind
They met behind the barn over at Billy’s place
Billy had a rope and a hood to cover his face
And the creaking of the leather and the hooves against the ground
Was all that could be heard as they made their way ‘round the bend
Three sheets to the wind
Beware of the shadows that fall before the dawn
Don’t ever trust a man unless you know where he comes from
Many are the ladies who can’t recall the name
Of the fool who lost his life over things he could not change
Billy’s wife had a feeling that led her to the sheriff’s door
She had tears in her eyes and trouble to report
She found Billy’s horse that morning, saddled at the gate
And the last she’d heard of Billy he was out drinking late with friends
Three sheets to the wind
The barkeep tipped the sheriff about Billy and his plans
The sheriff lit out for Henry’s to see what became of him
But Billy had slipped away and all he left there at the scene
Was three bodies swaying to the ropes tied beneath their chins
Three sheets to the wind
Beware of the shadows that fall before the dawn
Don’t ever trust a man unless you know where he comes from
Many are the ladies who can’t recall the name
Of the fool who lost his life over things he could not change