Jim Ferrie / Studiodawgs Productions
Bag O' Bones
Lyrics
Bag O' Bones (Copyright © 2014 Jim Ferrie music)

She sucked on a lighted lucky, slowly swiveled on her stool
Showin' bruises on her arms and face and a nose not too long broke
Skinny shoulders, hangin' loose a cheap red dress from a Buy'n'Save,
She was two steps down from the trailer park and one up from the grave

She tried to force a smile as she scanned the drunks and Johns
And the losers round the honky-tonk on the long road outta town
For good ole boys and salesmen sellin' stuff on their cellphones
Who would choose to take advantage of that pretty little bag 'o bones

Bag o' Bones, Bag o' Bones
They've got money but no shame
And they use you all the same
Then head home
From every thief who stole your pride
You hide your hurt down deep inside
Leave you frightened and alone
But they'll come back like they always do
For their bag o' bones

Was she damned or just unlucky, as she staggered on the road
From the fryin' pan of a broken home to the fire of the great unknown
When a Mustang snake pulled up beside and offered her a ride
She got in beside her future pimp, left her soul on the road outside

Incarcerated daily, just a TV for a friend
She took it fist to face just like her Mom would from her Dad
He threw her to the wolves each night like the other girls he owned
And she'd die each time a John would make her pretty little bag o' bones

Bag o' Bones, Bag o' Bones
They've got money but no shame
And they use you all the same
Then head home
From every thief who stole your pride
You hide your hurt down deep inside
Leave you frightened and alone
But they'll come back like they always do
For their bag o' bones

One beatin' took too many, one last straw on the camel's back
Took snake's gun and took his life while he was in the bath gettin' high
Cleaned the scene, poured the drugstore lime and covered up her tracks
I guess she'd watched every episode of Bones and the most o' CSI

Cops came and broke the door down pointin' weapons in the room
Paramedics found a bath containin' skeleton and foam
No witnesses reliable and the locals' lips all tight
Cops couldn't find the Mustang or the pretty l'il bag 'o bones

Bag o' Bones, Bag o' Bones
Shot him dead but he's to blame
Yours cut and bruises showed so plain
Fists and stones
Damn the thief who stole your pride
No more hurtin' deep inside
No more frightened and alone
Go and disappear where they can't find you
Bag o' bones
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Jim Ferrie
Music Credits: Jim Ferrie
Producer Credits: Jim Ferrie
Publisher Credits: Jim Ferrie Music
Performance Credits: Jim Ferrie
Description
Short Song Description:
Story song about a girl from a broken home who gets enslaved by a drug dealer as a prostitute and who finally kills him to make her escape.
Story Behind the Song:
Story song about a girl from a broken home who gets enslaved by a drug dealer as a prostitute and who finally kills him to make her escape.
Metadata
Song Length: 5:44
Primary Genre: Blues-Country
Secondary Genre: Country-Americana
Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Crime, Theft
Subject Matter 2: Murder, Rape
Mood 1: Intolerable
Similar Artist 1: Tom Waits
Similar Artist 2: Dire Straits
Language: English
Era: 2000 and later
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