Zach Harjo

Dogs In A Pack

Written By: Zach harjo

dogs in a pack get in my way
don't need no license to shoot no stray
nosing around for a piece of meat
not worth the time that it takes to aim

another pint and I'm on my way
bet that little girl wants to make my day
word in town is that she's in heat
I'm not the kind that would make her beg

park bench on a summer's death
is as good a bed as I've ever had
newspapers and unswept leaves make a fine pillow or a sleeping bag

dogs in a pack get in my way
bet that little girl wants to make my day
nosing around for a piece of meat
I'm not the kind that would make her beg
that would make her beg

January Moon

Written By: Zach Harjo

cold winds blow the branches to creaking
offering a labored groan
danger looms when the animals are fleeing
just like when the the church bells toll

underneath the blue January Moon

I've seen the fire in your eyes slowly dying
I've seen the yarn devour the loom
I've seen the voodoo doll take quite a beating
torn apart by every heartlessness you do

underneath the blue January Moon
underneath the blue January Moon

you've got to settle your accounts
pay your union dues
the band is playing hot now
they're playing a welcome song for you

you've got to settle your accounts
pay your union dues
the devil's band is playing now
they're playing a welcome song for you
they're playing January Moon

The Hangman

Written By: Zach Harjo

the hangman is wise left me for dead
went home to his wife, whiskey, and bed
early next morning
the crows start squawking
the hangman is wise left me for dead

cut through Manzanillo
a little known dirt road
stole a pack of cigarettes
and a pair of overalls
dry leaves for a pillowcase
the cold earth for a bed
the hangman is wise left me for dead
the hangman is wise left me for dead

oh, I want to live
oh, I want to live
the life that Jesus lived
I know I can change

everything I ever did
I did just for you
I look back on my life and
I wish it wasn't true
got no reason to leave here
got no reason to stay
the hangman is blind let me slip away

oh, I want to live
oh, I want to live
the life that Jesus lived
I know I can change

Flowers Black

Written By: Zach Harjo

bring me flowers black
and put them in a vase
a gray hair from a cat
a pebble from a grave
a glass of armagnac
and write three times her name

it won't be the last time
that you shiver in the rain

the graveyard at moonlight
looks like a cityscape
the tombstones building height
the weeds a mangrove maze
the spell has gone awry
she's clawing at the grave

it won't be the last time
that you shiver in the rain
it won't be the last time
that you shiver in the rain