Rantom Harwar from Rantom Harwar by Ron Brunk

Rantom Harwar was born in a shack
Shook hisself like a cracker jack
His momma said, Boy, don’t you tell no lie
Or you’ll be in the dirt before you die

Rantom dreamed he was up on a cloud
No possessions or people allowed
Living his life like a pie in the sky
You’ll be in the dirt before you die

Rantom’s daddy was the devil’s seed
Blowing around like a tumbleweed
But Rantom prayed to the Lord on high
And said you’ll be in the dirt before you die…daddy

Rantom Harwar down on the dock
Preaching the Word like a cinderblock
He said, I see the Devil shining in your eyes
And ya’ll be in the dirt before you die

INTERLUDE

He said, you boys better turn from your wicked ways
Repent it on back to the good old days
The Lord Almighty said, an eye for an eye
And you’ll be in the dirt before you die

Well, the sailor men didn’t take too kind
To the Gospel Truth, and they lost their minds
They sliced him up like a rhubarb pie
Said you’ll be in the dirt before you die

Lightning strike and a thunder crash
Souls of men in a burning flash
Rantom smiled in his killers’ eyes
And said, you’ll be in the dirt before you die

The moon came out and it turned to blood
Wrath of God like the Johnstown flood
Rantom rose up into the sky
And said, you’ll be in the dirt before you die

• Americana
• Rock
• indie rock
• organic
• roots
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville