Oswald's Fiddle String (Dark Country Music) - Dark Country Boy
The clock struck twelve
The air stood still
A fleeting face
A bitter chill
Whispers lost in an empty hall
A picture hang but it tells no tale at all
One man blamed, another man framed
History never named
Truth fell quiet, justice maimed
History never named
A letter burned
Its words erased
A thousand steps
No single trace
The crowd moves on
The story fades
But the questions linger
The doubt cascades
One man blamed, another man framed
History never named
Truth fell quiet, justice maimed
History never named
The fiddle hums a lonesome tune
A string stretched tight, it snaps too soon
Answers hide in the folds of time
Lost in rhythm
Lost in rhyme
One man blamed, another man framed
History never named
Truth fell quiet, justice maimed
History never named