Dillinger

DILLINGER

Square in the middle of the Mid-western plain
John the dispossessed came to carve his name
In the hearts and minds of American dreams
After speculators sold it all upstream
Gin bottle courage and a slight of hand
Playing cops and robbers he devoured the land
All the stiff-suited G-men lost on the chase
He left little else but legend in his wake

He thrashed right through the whispering pines
Slipped into dead of night
Under cold steel darkness they did wait
But Dillinger is already miles away

Little Bohemia where the gang took rest
Sleep with one eye open and a steel plate vest
A dozen feds showed up on a cold Sunday night
To surround the lodge, but only on three sides
Agents staked out at the window above
Firing rifles in their untrained gloves
They finally had Dillinger pinned to the wall
And they lingered through the long hush of the dawn

He thrashed right through the whispering pines
Slipped into dead of night
Under cold steel darkness they did wait
But Dillinger is already miles away

Monday morning when the fog did rise
All the innocent dead still had fear in their eyes
As the feds washed the blood off and hung their heads down
A new breed of lawman gonna come around

He thrashed right through the whispering pines
Slipped into dead of night
Under cold steel darkness they did wait
But Dillinger is already miles away