I shot the sheriff

I was walking to Vivian's house as it was only a few blocks away. I gazed up at the night sky, looking at the stars my mother used to point out to me. I heard something in the bushes behind me, but I was sure it was just a dog or a cat; nothing could break my concentration. Then came a click, a bang, and a bullet in my back through my chest. I had been shot. Soon after that came a second shot two inches away from the first...

Bob Marley - I Shot the Sheriff
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)
Yeah! All around in my home town,
They're tryin' to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

Oh, now, now. Oh!
(I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff.
(But I swear it was in selfdefence.)
Oh, no! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah!
I say: I shot the sheriff - Oh, Lord! -
(And they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah!

Sheriff John Brown always hated me,
For what, I don't know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow -
He said kill them before they grow.
And so:

Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.) Oh, Lord!
(But I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy? (Oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence. (Oo-oh) Yeah!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.

(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (But I didn't shoot no deputy),
I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.) I did!
But I didn't shoot no deputy. Oh! (Oo-oo-ooh)

Reflexes had got the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:

I - I - I - I shot the sheriff.
Lord, I didn't shot the deputy. Yeah!
I - I (shot the sheriff) -
But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah! No, yeah!

The wife or the mistress?

Things are bad at home. I was unaware at how different Nora and I were. She acted like she didn't want me. I don't know what to do. Returning home and lying in the same bed as her is the last thing I want to do at this moment. I've become infatuated with Vivian Bauer.

Nazareth - Love Hurts
Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud holds a lot of rain.
Love hurts. Oooh,love hurts

I'm young I know, but even so
I know a thing or two. I've learned from you.
I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot.
Love is like a flame, it burns you when it's hot.
(From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/n/nazareth-lyrics/love-hurts-lyrics.html)
Love hurts. Oooh, love hurts

Some fools think of happiness,
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess,
But they're not fooling me.

I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true.
Love is just a lie, made to make you blue.
Love hurts. Oooh, love hurts.
Oooh, love hurts.
Oooh, love hurts.

Boy meets girl

I told Leo Bauer's wife that her husband wouldn't be coming home ever again. I told her that Leo was helping their son run off with June Moss, but it went terribly wrong, and now he is gone. She had been drunk already, and hearing this made her sick. She threw up everywhere and went to the bathroom. Sitting on the bathroom floor leaned up against the shower wall, she looked beautiful. I wanted her to be mine. I had never seen her like that, but now I couldn't get her off my mind. I became jealous of Leo Bauer. I had known him my whole life, but we didn't talk much. He thought of himself as better than the rest of us. Not any more, Leo. He had her all to himself and could talk to her whenever he wanted to, yet he attempted to run away with a girl the age of his son. How could he?

Sudden death

Two people died in a car accident today. I had an inkling that something bad would happen on graduation night, but I never thought anything like this would happen. The two people who died should have never been together. One was June Moss, a quiet young lady who had just graduated high school that same day. The other was the principle of an elementary school. He was a married man with a son, Rick, who was the same age as June. Leo Bauer was his name. Leo and June were riding in Leo's car together. As they were going around a curve, they lost control and went off the road. They both died instantly. It was weird, them being together. It was even weirder when suitcases were found in Leo's car. Two belonged to June. The other was packed with all of Leo's stuff, but the name on the suitcase was Rick's. It looked as though June and Leo were running off together, but this would definitely ruin the town's innocence. I had to stop this. I told the town that Leo was helping Rick and June run off after graduation and get eloped. This would make things better...right?

Randy Travis - Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
"Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
"Who read it to me."

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.

Life goes on

My name's Jack Nevelsen, and I'm the sheriff of Bentrock, Montana. I'm Sheriff Jack Nevelsen, and I have been for a while; it's just hard to believe that people voted for me for official. I'm not that much of a man, and I don't know a single thing about farming or anything to do with it even though farming is what my town is made of. I have lived here my whole life, though, and know every single person living in our small town. Maybe that qualifies me. I do everything I can to help and protect the town of Bentrock, but ever since I was elected the official, people have started to turn against me. They know that when I come to see them, it's to bring bad news, but I'm only doing my job.I'm trying to accept this and take every day one day at a time, but I have recently fallen into the hardest part of my life. Moving on and pushing forward is becoming tougher with each day that passes.

Just a small town boy

Most small towns are the same: intimate, quaint, friendly, and family oriented. My town is just like that but a little more intense. I live in Bentrock, a small town in the northeastern part of Montana, where everyone knows one another. It is utterly impossible to keep a secret for long with everyone being so close to each other. I hate it. Bentrock was a child's paradise back when I was a kid. I remember my friends and I spending hours outside running around and throwing rocks as far as we could. Nowadays, a kid's idea of a good time is causing trouble when there isn't a party to be found. This town is innocent and has been for as long as I can remember, but graduation is today; graduation means parties are going to be big. With parties brings teen drinking. I may be the sheriff, but tonight, I don't care. I'm telling the kids that I don't care if they drink, just as long as they don't drive. Like I said, this town is innocent; I don't need any deaths in Bentrock.