Lyrics

Five Feet Under
© 2012 Nelson Wright

On the road leading out of town, where the river cuts on back,
There used to be a roadhouse in a beat up shotgun shack.
With an old hand painted sign that someone hung up on a rack,
Behind the bar, it said five feet under.

I knew a girl named Molly, and Molly sang the blues,
Underage, underpaid, folks said Molly had nothing to lose,
But she could make a grown man cry singing "Daddy I Can’t Refuse,"
Down at the bar they called five feet under.

I’d take Molly walking down where the river makes the turn,
We would talk, she would sing, we both had a lot to learn,
Out beyond the world was turning but it wasn’t our concern,
Just down river from five feet under.

I always thought she sang the blues for the mother she never knew,
Or maybe something else she was living without.
Molly kept her troubles close, but I was soon to learn,
Me and the blues was her ticket out.

One hot summer night Molly crossed the line,
She was in the roadhouse singing "Ain’t Nobody’s Fault But Mine,"
Molly’s pa came in the joint with trouble on his mind,
He was looking for me at five feet under.

The room got kind of still when her daddy’s eyes met mine,
Molly stepped behind the bar and reached up for the sign,
When the dust had cleared that night, Molly’s pa was lyin’,
On the floor at five feet under.

On the road leading out of town, where the river cuts on back,
There used to be a roadhouse in a beat up shotgun shack.
Me and Molly we left that night, never did go back,
To five feet under.