Name: Heflin Hollis (live, full band)
Duration: P00H04M32S
Description: Fan favourite song. It started as a field holler stomp, but, has evolved into this wild post punk/blues punk groove. A demonic tale of the very real monsters that rule our world.

Heflin Hollis (live, full band)

from Smells Live If You Want It by Red Mouth

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Fan favourite song. It started as a field holler stomp, but, has evolved into this wild post punk/blues punk groove. A demonic tale of the very real monsters that rule our world.

lyrics

Heflin Hollis was a powerful man
The fields would rejoice and the trees clapped their hands
And of these things I'm sure you could never understand

I heard he laid the governor's wife
Took her to a motel room and made her call up the governor
and when he arrived
Heflin Hollis made him to leave on the light

He one was a prophet, a moralist of sorts
At the Old Town Tavern where he held his court
He was a scoundrel, a worm, and a thief
And the fall from his grace it was a retched feat

The women just adored him and the men they grit their teeth
The bible in his closet, it hid beneath the sheets
The Devil didn’t want him when the Lord threw him out
Now we hear him in the walls and the creaking of the couch

Every town has a devil they say
Sheffield ain’t alone and Jersey gave it a name
And my grandmother warned me when I'd kick and when I'd scream
That Heflin Hollis, he was my worst bad gene

Now I'm old in my age and my wife she's in her grave
When the cold wind moans I hear her call his name
Their tracks are on my roof and their eye's in the woods
It never was a fable, my grandma fully understood

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from Smells Live If You Want It, track released December 17, 2021
Written by Red Mouth

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