Paroles Bus to augusta Emily Ann Roberts

Bus to augusta

One night on a bus to Augusta
While the neighbors were fast asleep
She left a dog for a southbound Greyhound
Took a breath and a window seat
One night on a bus to Augusta

One night on a full moon summer
Black Label raging in his eyes
He laid his hands, not the healing kind, on her
Left her bleeding for the 81st time
One night on a full moon summer

She slipped a little something in the cornbread mix
Gave a little smile as he licked his lips
His eyes getting heavy as the watch hand ticks down
Five, four, three, two

One night in a stroke of genius
She made a call to her sheriff friend
Turns out, when you're drugged up sleepin'
Fingerprints ain't hard to get

Now the town had an unsolved murder
Just lacked a little evidence
Sheriff planted those prints on the trigger
And it was just enough to pin it on him

All twelve jurors said he held that gun
The gavel went done and the case was won
Cameras rolling live and reporters going on in
Five, four, three, two
Five, four, three, two
One night on a bus to Augusta

One night on a bus to Augusta
She finally made her peace
Left a dog for southbound Greyhound
Took a breath and window a seat

One night
Bus to Augusta
Oh, she made her peace
Out on the bus to Augusta