Hey folks, thought to share another song lyric with you. (Just finished the track.)
I have often wondered about unsolved crimes and the perpetrators who remain at large. This is the story of one such man that Justice finally catches up with–posing as a random event.
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The Long Arm of Justice
It was a high summer night along the Ouachita
Where in a town named Mammoth Hill
A little boy died at the hands of a man
Left headless in the swamp water swill
John Law was slow so the man ran free
From the bogs of Louisiana to the hills of Tennessee
Then on to the Mountain West just to rob the happiness
From many a family
One Otis Ray Stone weren’t nobody’s fool
He had the air of a righteous man
By day he plied his trade as teacher
While by night getting blood on his hands
For thirty five years running high on the loose
Two steps ahead of the hangman’s noose
Indeed, it seemed Otis Ray Stone would never atone
For what he done to many a poor youth
Yet the Long Arm of Justice reaches far
From the banks of the Ouachita to the highest star
Like the hour hand on the wall
Like a snail creeping at a dead crawl
One fine day in some mysterious way
Justice finds us all
Many years hence on a Death Valley Road
While jackin’ up his broke-down car
Came hell on wheels that left Otis Ray
Lying flat on the burnin’ black tar
For three long days, not a drop on his tongue
Suffering every crawler ‘neath the desert sun
Old Otis Ray screamed while a crow picked his eyes clean
Before his dying was done
The Long Arm of Justice reaches far
From the banks of the Ouachita to the highest star
Like the hour hand on the wall
Like a snail creeping at a dead crawl
One fine day in some mysterious way
Justice finds us all
Now, the mortal remains of Otis Ray Stone
Were never made manifest
For what a crow had done to both his eyes
Ten buzzards did to the rest
All that was, was a blot on the land
A heap of grey dust in the shape of a man
And the last of Otis Ray was finally swept away
By the blowing sand