David Allan Coe — The Fiery Death Of Willie Bodine

Saturday night down in Harlan, Kentucky And a song on the radio winds When the DJ broke Lord, it made my head spin Cause the death that he announced was that of Willie Bodine Willie Bodine, he was a criminal A practicing soldier of crime In the battles he fought Lord, he never got caught And he sure got away good this time He was blinded by rain on the windshield Blinded by tears in his eyes He was blinded by rage at a criminal’s fate He was blinded by too many dreams that had died Now, Willie Bodine, he was a dreamer He never would work in the coal mines His visions were pure but they never were cured And poverty had stuck to him like slime Well, good fortune was never his lady love And fame was a two dollar whore He spent most of his money on pictures of Jesus And what he had left he spent on his car Well, they say he held up a grocery store The one he held up ten times before But this time he cursed And he broke out all the windows And he threw up all over the well When he took out of there like a ninja from hell And he rode out the mountain like wind If he went in there faster he thought he could master The pain of the man he’d been He was blinded by rain on the windshield Blinded by tears in his eyes He was blinded by rage at a criminal’s fate He was blinded by too many dreams that had died Somebody died on the highway In the beer and gasoline bind There’s a black cloud of smoke over Eastern Kentucky And who there among you will cry At the fiery death of Willie Bodine