Pinwheel of Death

John Scott Sherrill


SONGS

Writers John Scott Sherrill, Steve Wilkinson

Genres Country, Ballad

Recorded 1998

Lyrics MY MOMMA ALWAYS TOLD ME,
DON'T YOU HANG AROUND
THOSE WILLIAMSTOWN BOYS,
AND DON'T BE BLIND, GIRL,
THEY'RE NOT OUR KIND.
BUT SHE NEVER MET WILLY McCOY.
THE SUN COMES UP AT HIS HOUSE
THE SAME AS IT DOES AT MINE,
AND WHY THE TWO OF US
SHOULD NEVER TOUCH
IS SOMETHING
I CAN'T GET THROUGH MY MIND.

I SAW HIM THROUGH THE WINDOW,
I COULD SWEAR
I CAUGHT HIM LOOKING BACK.
IF THERE'S A CHANCE FOR LOVE TO GROW,
I MIGHT NEVER KNOW
'CAUSE I'M STUCK HERE
ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE TRACKS.

FUNNY HOW A SET OF RUSTY NAILS
BUILT A WALL THAT WE CAN'T BREAK DOWN.
I KNOW MY BABY'S A STONE'S THROW AWAY,
BUT IT'S A MILLION MILES FROM HERE
IN WILLIAMSTOWN.

AND IF THAT TRAIN
STILL STOPPED HERE AT THE STATION,
WE COULD HOP ON BOARD,
AND NEVER LOOK BACK.
UNTIL LOVE CAN CROSS THE LINE
BETWEEN HIS WORLD AND MINE,
I'M STUCK HERE
ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE TRACKS.
 

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Cowriters: Steve Wilkinson