Oct 30, 2022

The McCoy’s
There was promised land
The boys were the hands
In the house where Candace began
Decades of dreams undone
By the black heart
Of the wicked one

In the corner of Chatham
Where the tobacco runs
All the days in the sun
Under the eyes of the old one
There was no help
from the wicked one

Just a family broken
In the house that was stolen
the life seemed straight of the man who has now fallen
Never thinking the hook had begun
By the black heart of the wicked one

In the name of McCoy
Where I was woken
Never an unkind word
Was ever spoken
I lived and loved and laid 
Where Shirley let me stay
Never thinking of the future
and fortunes that were stolen

This is my word
From the house on the hill
My love is yet stilled
With the house that was filled
 with Barry Don and Paula
and the soul that is now Chilled
For the promise of the land
With the Real McCoy’s I will stand.