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Winter of 1865

from Autobiography of a Dead Man by Jeff Hayward

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It was the winter of '65, on the run with my brother
Just trying to stay alive from one day to another
We'll see the end of a rope for what we done to our mother
To cross the border's our only hope, trade this life for another

We only did what we had to do
but between you and me we enjoyed it

We busted into an old farm stead to get some food and water
Shots were fired we lost our heads and put the family to slaughter
It wasn't really our fault, they made a fuss and a bother
But what makes me sick with guilt is what we done to their daughter

We only did what we had to do
but between you and me we enjoyed it

Cold days and blood soaked nights with desperation to guide us
But soon the border was in our sights, it seems the worst was behind us
My brother cracked and he lost his fight, said he hoped they would find us
I cut his throat as he slept that night before his weakness defined us

I only did what I had to do
but between you and me I enjoyed it

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from Autobiography of a Dead Man, released October 25, 2013
Written and Performed by Jeff Hayward

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Jeff Hayward lives on the shores of Kootenay Lake in the southern interior of British Columbia. He grows vegetables, keeps bees, and occasionally writes folk music.

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