Sabine River Blues

In a shotgun shack
On the Sabine River
Just north of Toledo Bend
Lived a man named Mack
With an iron liver
And a half toothless grin

He had a Pro-Drive boat
That he couldn't afford
He sold fish to pay his dues
He had a 10yr note
Faith in his sword
And them Sabine river blues

Mack was in love
And he shared his shack
With a girl named Molly
She was gentle as a dove
Great in the sack
And hotter than a Zwolle tamale

She'd make hoop nets
To make extra dough
She did whatever that she could do
But she'd blow it on bets
At the Bossier casinos
And come home to them Sabine River Blues

Chorus

One day when Mack was out running his lines
Molly heard a knock at the door
It was the repo man with a note in his hand
It said the boat wasn't Mack's anymore.

Well molly begged and she pleaded
And he said "now honey,
Maybe we can work something out."
She had what he needed
And he had the money
And Mack would never have to find out.

When he said that he'd pay
The note on the loan
It was an offer Molly couldn't refuse
She'd just lay
Back and moan
Them Sabine river blues

There were bottles of beer
And clothes scattered on the floor
The air smelt like sin
As that engine drew near
He slipped out the back door
Right before Mack walked in

Before she could explain
Punches were thrown
She cried out an old familiar tune
It had a similar refrain
With a different tone
It was them Sabine river blues

The black around her eyes
Turned her black down inside
Once the damage was done
She'd just sit around and cry
Because she had nowhere to hide
And nowhere to run

Needless to say
All love was lost
And bitterness began to brew
She'd make them pay
No matter the cost
For her Sabine river blues

Chorus

One day when Mack was out running his lines
Molly heard a knock at the door
She met the repo man with a gun in her hand
And said "get down on the floor"

The man begged and he pleaded
But she said "now honey,
There ain't no reason to shout."
She had what she needed
It wasn't his money
And she didn't care who found out

When he said that he'd pay
The note on the loan
It was the match that lit the fuse
She made him lay
Back and groan
Them Sabine river blues

There were bottles of beer
A pool of blood on the floor
The air smelt like sin
Mack was full of fear
As he opened the door
And walked on in

She was sitting there smiling
With the hammer cocked back
And her finger on the trigger
Bullets started flying
In their little shack
And Mack lay there quivering

Let's go for a ride
Said the devils daughter
And they all went for one last cruise
Now three bodies lie
Beneath the muddy water
With them Sabine River Blues

© 2019 by Cole Allen Music. 

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