Banded Clovis

Tina Nolan had a man with a good place for siftin'
 He invited me diggin', so I picked up my screen
 And a shovel to dig and a jar of shine
 Traded me fair for a bottle of wine
 His brother's Barnes Mountain wine
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 We trudged through the snow straight up the hillside
 Took a ridge for a while, then we slowly went down
 To an overhang hid from the ridgeline
 We bent o'er our handles, and we bit in the ground
 The dark and bloody ground
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 Was a bitch to break ground, but the wine kept us goin'
 The moonshine was flowin' and keepin' us warm
 'Cause you can't hold a girl with a fistful of shovel
 Got to find your fire in the company of corn
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 We dug for a while then it all turned to ashes
 Found a bunch of broke flint and a few bits of bone
 Then I heard Jesse yell o'er the pile he was siftin'
 Shook the hills like the angels were callin' us home
 Jesse, Zachary come home
 It was banded as hell, it was fluted and clovis
 It was hot as the pistol I kept on my side
 I was fiending so fierce, I was broke ass and busted
 I pulled out my pistol and I took Jesse's life
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 A clovis like that is a hard point to find
 Makes pills swift to come by with a good chunk of change
 Left over for burn on whatever meanness
 Whatever woman is comin' my way
 Darlin' come my way
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 I sit in this cell for the banded clovis
 I stole off of Nolan when I killed'm that day
 I reckon the chase of the pills and the powder
 Corn liquor and woman are the culprits to blame