Tyler Childers - Banded clovis

^GTina Nolan had a man with a ^Cgood place for ^Gsiftin’ He ^Ginvited me diggin’, so I picked up my ^Dscreen A^Gnd a shovel to dig and a ^Cjar of ^Gshine He ^Gtraded me fair for a ^Cbottle of ^Gwine His ^Cbrother’s ^DBarnes Mountai^Gn wine

^GWe trudged through the snow ^Cstraight up the ^Ghillside Took a ridge for a while, then we slowly went ^Ddown To an ^Goverhang ^Chid from the ^Gridgeline We bent ^Go'er our handles and we ^Cbit in the ^Gground The ^Cdark and ^Dblood^Gy ground

Was a b^Gitch to break ground but the w^Cine kept us g^Goin' The moonshine was flowin' and keepin' us ^Dwarm 'Cause you ^Gcan’t hold a girl with a ^Cfistful of ^Gshovel Got to ^Gfind your fire in the ^Dcompany of ^Gcorn

We dug ^Gfor a while then it ^Call turned to ^Gashes Found a bunch of broke flint and a few bits of ^Dbone Then I ^Gheard Jesse yell o'er the ^Cpile he was ^Gsifting Shook the ^Ghills like the angels were ^Ccallin’ us ^Ghome J^Cesse, ^DZachary com^Ge home ^G

It was ^Gbanded as hell, it was ^Cfluted and ^Gclovis It was hot as the pistol I kept on my ^Dside I was ^Gfiending so fierce, I was ^Cbroke ass and ^Gbusted G D G C D G (walk up) C I pulled out my pistol and I took Jesse’s life

A ^Cclovis like that is a ^Ghard point to find Makes ^Gpills swift to come by with a good chunk of ^Dchange Left ^Gover for burn on ^Cwhatever ^Gmeanness ^GWhatever woman is ^Ccomin' my ^Gway ^CDarlin' ^Dcome m^Gy way

I ^Gsit in this cell for the ^Cbanded ^Gclovis I stole off of Nolan when I killed'm that ^Dday I ^Greckon the chase of the ^Cpills and the ^Gpowder Corn ^Gliquor and woman are the ^Dculprits t^Go blame^{C D G G}