Misc Originals - Mark munroe - enochs trick
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[Verse 1]
GThis story starts in Nova Scotia, tChis is how it wroteG
GEnoch cut his toenails, took his way and sDtepped upon the boaGt
GNothing looks like something when yoCu're so god damn pooGr
GIt doesn't matter, you're New York bound, you'Dll walk through any doGor
GHe found his way to that fateful farm uCp in Northern MaiGne
GFell in love with a girl named Blanche and heDlped her change her name
GThey lived and farmed with the Atkinsons and hCad two fine boyGs
GA Seafaring man in depression land pDushing Farmer's toys G
GSometimes a hard man just blCeeds don't tread on mGe
GThere are all kinds of men in this world who just cDan't let that be
GEnoch took his rage on down and up CChicken Hill againG
GWalked in the front door and sDhot Allen AtkinsoGn
GAllens father said to Enoch son pCut that gun awayG
GI got the one that I came for was aCll he had to sayG
[Chorus]
DThe ember of his rage was tried for aCll the world to seGe
DThe day he sent Allen Atkinson to dCance with eternityD
GBlanche said if he hadn't cut up his trick oCn that Summer dayG
GHe might be sitting on a rocking chair uDp in Whitehead BayG
[Interlude]
GThe crops are in the fields, Blanche is all alone
GEnoch's in the Thomaston CCorral
Clarence came around, cGause two men were down
DUncle Perry sentG a barrel of Macarel
[Verse 2]
GClarence Sheen was not deterred, He saCid that's just his waGy
GWhy a man does a thing like that, ID can't hardly say
GNo one really knows what sCet him off that dayG
GEnoch Munroe was an honest man, ID liked him, he was good payG
GEnoch died in 36, noC longer was he pooGr
G D
DThe ember of his rage was tried for aCll the world to seGe
DThe day he sent Allen Atkinson to dCance with eternityD
GBlanche said if he hadn't cut up his trick oCn that Summer dayG
GHe might be sitting on a rocking chair uDp in Whitehead BayG
was serving 10 to 20 when he walked through Death's door
GThe Atkinsons went on with life and BClanche still loved her boyGs
GThere was plenty of work on thDat potato farm to drown out allthe noise
[Chorus]