Bean and Jackson
© Colby Crehan 2007

Come down, Russell Bean
First son of Tennessee
Come out of those hills

I’ll tame your old hide
Driven wild by the fire
From those whiskey stills

Your justice is rough as an unpolished stone
And it makes for a hard line to tow

So Bean, tell me what do you see in my eyes
I’ll blow you through wide as the gate to paradise
Though you’re standing tall, time’s come to sing small
So set down the gun and come on back inside

Well I come to you, man
With a gun in each hand
For your forsaken child

Yes the fools in this town
Were too small to hold you down
So you ran to the wild

Did you see that tavern burning from the hills where you hide?
You came down the fight the flames by my side

So Bean, tell me what do you see in my eyes
I’ll blow you through wide as the gate to paradise
Though you’re standing tall, time’s come to sing small
So set down the gun and come on back inside

Now down came that brand
to the palm of your hand
the cost of your crime

Yes Allen did sin
But God will handle him
In his own good time

If you’re smart as they say, you’ll put down that gun
I believe that your race ain’t been run

So Bean, tell me what do you see in my eyes
I’ll blow you through wide as the gate to paradise
Though you’re standing tall, time’s come to sing small
So set down the gun and come on back inside