Tomahawk

Album cover art for "Tomahawk" by Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives

Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives - Country

Tomahawk

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Duration: 4:49

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The archer shot an arrow, it went sailing through the woods Arrow hit the dirt, said, well, he ain't no Robin Hood Collar up, North winds cold, moon faded into pale Saw angels all around, heard bloodhounds on my trail Bloodhounds on my trail Cupid fired a rocket, from Cape Canaveral town But it melted into nothing, just minutes off the ground It went wrong as it ascended into the ether of the sky In times like these, what's a man to do Except hang his head and cry Hang his head and cry And when it's all over, and it's said and done There's absolutely nothing new underneath the sun We live, love, laugh, die, always on the run But there's absolutely nothing new underneath the sun Absolutely nothing new underneath the sun Take my friend the Hollywood actress, a real-life movie queen She cries as she watches herself up there on the screen She said, "I used to be so young, I used to be so pretty Now look at me, don't look at me" Aw, life can be so gritty Meanwhile, back in Lonelyville, a red man did appear He came from out of nowhere, his name is Running Deer His eyes were dark and stormy, l've never heard him talk He just carries a Holy Bible and a silver tomahawk Silver tomahawk It all goes back to the Indians And the coming of the trains The killing of the buffalo and the scarlet colored rain I'm down to nothing in my pocket, but I know exactly what l've lost But it bought me a Holy Bible and this silver tomahawk Silver tomahawk And when it's all over, and it's said and done There's absolutely new underneath the sun We live, love, laugh, die, always on the run But there's absolutely nothing new underneath the sun Absolutely nothing new underneath the sun We're all here for a minute, then our time is up Make way for new recruits, coming in a red pickup truck It's a story old as time, that spills down through the ages Till the trumpet blows the words right off the holy pages Off the holy pages And when it's all over, and it's said and done There's absolutely new underneath the sun We live, love, laugh, die, always on the run But, there's absolutely new underneath the sun Absolutely new underneath the sun

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  • Marty Stuart