John Allen Latta
By John Allen Latta
(C) 2011 BMI/WCCMP
A frightened little thing just barely eighteen
Stepped into the starless night.
She was holding on to something tiny
And clutching it a little too tight
I asked her, "Girl what brings you two,
"Out here, to the end of the line?"
She said, "I can't spend a lifetime paying,
"For a mistake I made late one night..."
Out on Perkins Road
In the pale Stillwater moonlight
The battle between good and evil
Is working double overtime
The local folk all whisper about
The trouble you're liable to find.
They know you're all in or you fold
Way out on Perkins Road
I told that girl about a baby boy
Left here a long time ago
Taken in by some people at a little church
Back in the woods about a mile or so
He never knew his momma or his daddy
Or so the story goes and you know
They say he's out here everynight
Hell bent on settin' things right
She looked at me with cold, doll eyes
And said, "Hey it's gonna be alright"