Little David Mallet was the
toughest nail in town.
Leaner and meaner than most
and closer to the ground.
Fighting and thieving had
been the story of his life
He had fists like iron claws
and barbed wire teeth; he was a master with a knife
Big Jack Hammer was a slow
and easy walker
And though its rumored he had
indeed spoke once, he was not an eager talker
Built like a big old oak
tree, he always seemed at ease
And its true you could
suddenly find him standing in an empty place, unexpectedly
Sexy Mary Brown was the dream
of every guy; she was the sweetest girl around
She had a long stride and
batting eyes, she could turn a man to a panting hound
She loved to dance and she
loved to prance and music turned her on
So you took your chances, made
your advances, but you always end up gone
Now you know that David was
the rooster of the walk; he sure did like to crow
And if you saw him prowling
somewhere on the block, Jack was sure to be in tow
Together they had no fear,
they shed no tears: they always shared their beer
And David knew when the
blades were drew, Jack would be there too.
On the 8th of
August, when the nights were hottest, the music played till dawn
And in the night, David
caught Mary in his sight and over her he did fawn
They swirled and twirled, he
held her close, she fell in tighter than most
He smoothed her well, she
bought his tell and they left together when the dead bolt fell.
It was still dark when they
crossed to the park and David wanted a kiss
He spun her round and forced
apart her lips, but she whispered “No, no. Not like this”!
With a familiar rage he
knocked her around and pushed her to the ground
She fought for her life and
he pulled out his knife, “How do you want to be found?”
Big Jack Hammer was a slow
and easy walker, not an eager talker
But his fists were heavy,
they landed a bevy, and he dragged David off her
The flash of steel brought an
end to the deal, and David went down hard
And he wondered how a man
could move so well and find him caught off guard
And when the darkness came it
was the end of Dave and no one felt any pain
And its rumored Jack spoke
once, and its said he had the same to say again
“It was like the taste of a fine
whiskey, my retribution.
But now, it’s a long and
sober path over the mountain to absolution.”
Gunner ©
