When It's Over - Rick Rowan
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Published 2012-01-03
Cops on my trail keep me movin' endlessly
I jumped the bail, I decided to flee
They would've sent me up until the end of time
When I ain't the guy who committed the crime
I tried to tell them, I tried to explain
I tried to tell them, that I had been framed
I tried to tell them, but they needed someone to blame
The temperature, it was a hundred and five
And I was feelin' more dead than alive
I stopped in that desert town just for a drink
And the whole thing happened quicker than a wink
Before I knew it, before I could guess
Before I knew it, I was under arrest
Before I knew it, they were after me to confess
Now I'm pushin' on thru the desert in the night
And I can't sleep until I set a few things right
I got a shotgun that's in my back seat
And there's a job that I've got to complete
And When It's Over, and I've made my amends
When It's Over, I won't have to pretend
'Cause When It's Over, I'll be just what they think I am
Copyright 1980 Colella Songs (ASCAP) and Rick Rowan
All Rights Reserved
All Comments (5)
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I admire you Rick :)
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Another great song, as always. The arrangement is up to your usual standards, and the fiddle and banjo work to complement each other and emphasize the style. I don't think this singer does the song justice - his voice fits the mood, but he's careless enunciating your lyrics ("the whole thing happing quicker than a wink") and I don't think much of his phrasing in general. Fortunately, the song is strong enough to overcome any shortcomings in his technique.
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Nice track!!
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@knunus Thanks, knunus. :)