Gunlock from Subservient by Quato

The tavern owner tells the story of a wealthy loner
Hired local tribes to work his land
His loaded Caddy cruised the narrows of the Northern Pines
The men fished and he drank with their wives

The night descended in decisions soaked in alcohol
The torches lit across the Gunlock Lake
The screams carried on the night like a loon's call
A native's drowned, the white eye's blamed

Chorus
There's a chill in the water
Bitter taste on the wind
The remorse hasn't left you
You better leave this town
They won't believe you now

Isolated on the isthmus of the reservation
The tribe deliberates the white man's fate
The nation calls for vengeance and retribution
The time to flee is come and gone

Decades later the story is resonating
Dreadful thoughts drift through his mind
Sends letters and wishes to test the waters
The lake of flames keeps raging on . . .

Chorus
You better leave this town
They won't believe you now
They're going to burn it down
They're going to burn you out
They're going to burn it down

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