Daddy can you hear, the devil drawing near? Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run.Ā
Ruth's foot taps on the hard wooden floor as she watched people in the country bar she found on her way back to Maine. A glass of whiskey in one hand, her hand patting on her blue jeans to the beat with the other. Ruth always loved Miranda Lambert and the Pistol Annies; and when this song came out, it became her favorite fast.Ā
All the songs you used to sing to me,Ā Would rock birds to sleep I need you now so please somehow,Ā Put rockets on your feet
"Daddy can you hear, the devil drawing near? Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run." Ruth sings softly to herself as she stares out at the crowd of people. She wished that she had heard that devil drawing near; because if she did, maybe her whole family could have ran, and lived.Ā
Saw that dark cloud coming from a million miles away.Ā Oh how I've dreaded this God forsaken day.
Ruth didn't notice the person who came to stand up next to her, hell she was off in some other world as she drank her whiskey and listened to the beat of the song. It wasn't until a finger tapped her should she was wrenched out of her own little world and back to the musty smelling country bar she stood in.Ā












