An MP3 of Murderers on Mendenhall is available here. It’s demo quality, which means I screwed up the chords (2.49) and couldn’t be bothered to fix it. And since even people from Bozeman have been asking me, Mendenhall is a street. It runs parallel to Main. There’s no reason for it, it just sounds nice, almost as nice as Scooniehill.
Turn the tape back to the beginning,
There’s a line I’d like to hear again
Something about singing when you’re sinning,
Returning to the regular refrain
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you
I’ve got the devil where I want him,
Caught between a hard place and the sea
He’s trying to tune somebody’s ukulele
And he seems to think a sould might be the fee
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you
Pour myself another cup of coffee,
My body clock is running mighty slow
I have so much I have to tell you,
And so much it’s better you don’t know
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you
Turn the tape back to the beginning,
There’s a line I’d like to hear again
Something about singing when you’re sinking,
Returning to the regular refrain
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you
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