Biografia:
The Pine Box Boys: Singers of songs of murder and misery.
"Daddy told me that when they use to embalm bodies they had to burn sulfur in the room to overpower the stench of the deceased. That's kinda what The Pine Box Boys are."
"We never wanted any of them ladies to get killed. But they kept on bleeding and Willie kept on stabbing, so, well, I reckon we HAD to write a song about it."
"We just hope to be an inspiration to the kids."
"If you wrote the greatest murder ballads in the world, we'd listen to you."
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It was a dark dusty road in west Texas
C Am Dm
Where a young cowboy thumbed down a ride
G
Got in the truck with a suitcase and a fiddle
C Am F
And a bag that he kept by his side.
G
The farmer could see that this young man was broken
C Am F
By the thunder that peeled in his mind
G
So he offered his bottle of tequilla
C Am Dm
"Tune the radio and see what you can find”
G
By and by the young man grew a bit more social
C Am Dm
Concealing the worries in his head
G
Said he didn't care for the mariachi on the radio
C Am F
Would he mind if he tuned to something else instead?
G
The moon was blue, the night was black as a bible,
C Am F
And the radio glowed upon his face
G
He grew still as he fooled with the dial
C Am Dm
Tuning signals that came from outer space
G
Adjusting the mirror the better to regard him
C Am Dm
The farmer asked how far he planned to go.
G
The cowboy asked if he would take him across the border
C Am F
And after that he really didn't know
G
The farmer said “Eho, I can see that you are troubled
C Am F
By things I don't think you can out run
G
But I will take you far across the border,
C Am Dm
If you'll use my ears and tell me what you've done.”
G
They kept the silence for another mile,
C Am Dm
Then the cowboy flicked his cigarette outside.
G
Then he took another pull from the bottle,
C Am F
While the truth search for words on which to ride.
G
He said “I fell in love with a girl who played the fiddle
C Am F
And the way she held the bow in her hand.
G
But my heart was broken by a promise
C Am Dm
She had given to a luckier man.
G
Before I could go I just knew I had to find her,
C Am Dm
Take with me the memory of her face.
G
The night was starless as I stood before the lady
C Am F
Tuned in signals that came from outer space.
G
No one could find her on the day she was to marry
C Am F
And they left the church fearful of the cause.
G
The next day someone found a woman's body,
C Am Dm
But no one could be sure just who she was.
G
Sometimes when I'm dialing on the radio
C Am Dm
I think I hear a fiddle start to play.
G
But I can never tune in the signal,
C Am F
And I never hear what she's trying to say.
G
Farmer said “Eho I don't think that you will find her,
C Am F
And this journey will only lead you way to hell.
G
You must go back and stand upon the gallows
C Am Dm
I reckon that's what the signals trying to tell.”
G
Police stopped them as they tried to cross at Roma,
C Am Dm
And he nodded when they read him his rights.
G
And in the truck he left the suitcase and the fiddle
C Am F
And the bag he'd kept by his side.
G
The farmer took the bag and looked there in side it,
C Am F
And was struck by the beauty in her face.
G
In the dark with all the sorrow and the horror
C Am
And the signals that came from outer space
It was a dark dusty road in west Texas
C Am Dm
Where a young cowboy thumbed down a ride
G
Got in the truck with a suitcase and a fiddle
C Am F
And a bag that he kept by his side.
G
The farmer could see that this young man was broken
C Am F
By the thunder that peeled in his mind
G
So he offered his bottle of tequilla
C Am Dm
"Tune the radio and see what you can find”
G
By and by the young man grew a bit more social
C Am Dm
Concealing the worries in his head
G
Said he didn't care for the mariachi on the radio
C Am F
Would he mind if he tuned to something else instead?
G
The moon was blue, the night was black as a bible,
C Am F
And the radio glowed upon his face
G
He grew still as he fooled with the dial
C Am Dm
Tuning signals that came from outer space
G
Adjusting the mirror the better to regard him
C Am Dm
The farmer asked how far he planned to go.
G
The cowboy asked if he would take him across the border
C Am F
And after that he really didn't know
G
The farmer said “Eho, I can see that you are troubled
C Am F
By things I don't think you can out run
G
But I will take you far across the border,
C Am Dm
If you'll use my ears and tell me what you've done.”
G
They kept the silence for another mile,
C Am Dm
Then the cowboy flicked his cigarette outside.
G
Then he took another pull from the bottle,
C Am F
While the truth search for words on which to ride.
G
He said “I fell in love with a girl who played the fiddle
C Am F
And the way she held the bow in her hand.
G
But my heart was broken by a promise
C Am Dm
She had given to a luckier man.
G
Before I could go I just knew I had to find her,
C Am Dm
Take with me the memory of her face.
G
The night was starless as I stood before the lady
C Am F
Tuned in signals that came from outer space.
G
No one could find her on the day she was to marry
C Am F
And they left the church fearful of the cause.
G
The next day someone found a woman's body,
C Am Dm
But no one could be sure just who she was.
G
Sometimes when I'm dialing on the radio
C Am Dm
I think I hear a fiddle start to play.
G
But I can never tune in the signal,
C Am F
And I never hear what she's trying to say.
G
Farmer said “Eho I don't think that you will find her,
C Am F
And this journey will only lead you way to hell.
G
You must go back and stand upon the gallows
C Am Dm
I reckon that's what the signals trying to tell.”
G
Police stopped them as they tried to cross at Roma,
C Am Dm
And he nodded when they read him his rights.
G
And in the truck he left the suitcase and the fiddle
C Am F
And the bag he'd kept by his side.
G
The farmer took the bag and looked there in side it,
C Am F
And was struck by the beauty in her face.
G
In the dark with all the sorrow and the horror
C Am
And the signals that came from outer space
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