cd: Relic of a Bygone Day
track 9: She Danced a Jig on His Gravestone
He was foul and a careless man
And he treated her all wrong
She took a vow and she stuck to it
Many said for far too long
Stories filtered back to her
Of his nights upon the town
He’d flaunt the cheapest women there
‘Til the pubs were closing down
He’d often raise a hand to her
Like a coward in the night
Show no sign of his remorse
In the painful morning light
Sleeves to hide the bruises
Makeup for the scars
All the wrong excuses
Seen for what they are
When the vices all caught up to him
And began to take their toll
She watched with strange detachment
As the rot engulfed his soul
He lay there on the deathbed
She stood by the door
With the tightest smile upon her lips
And he deserved no more
When the last rites were said and done
And the priest had come and gone
She waited out the final hours
And prayed it not drag on
No one came to eulogize
On the day he passed away
She danced a jig on his gravestone
Good luck on the judgment day
Memories of the worst of times
Bottled up inside
Nightmares a reminder
Too terrified to cry
Worried that she’s damaged now
Past all hope of repair
Even with him gone
She can’t forget that hateful stare
For a man that strikes a woman
Be a special place in hell
Where the strong become the weakest there
And they learn their lesson well
Combine our many voices
Our women unafraid
And offer up the choices
When everything is weighed
Chorus
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Written by Kyle Aughe