Letra de Mary Turner Mary Turner
Mary Turner, Mary Turner Mary Hattie Graham 19 years old and pregnantHazel Turner, Hazel Turner Murdered by a lynch mob She declares his crime a crime And running for her lifeShe is, she is captured, captured at Folsom Bridge Gasoline and motor oil smeared on her clothes She is hung up by her ankles from a tree A match is struck and she is set ablazeMary Turner, Mary Turner while still burning Mary Turner, Mary Turner while still alive Split open with a knifeUnborn Child falls from her womb From her womb onto the groundLooking up, looking up The first and only light it ever sees The flames, the flames of its mother's burning, burning Reaching out, reaching out The first and only loving touch it receives The falling ash of its mommy's hair on fireThe baby, baby cried in the dirt Quieted, quieted by a boots heel Mother and child, mother and child 999 more bullets from the crowdMary Turner, Mary Turner buried where they were murdered A cigar stuffed in a whisky jug, a whisky jug to mark the grave Fuck your guns, Fuck your wars Fuck your truck, Fuck your flag