The Stone Coyotes

Blood-suckin' Son of a Gun

B. Keith/D. Tibbles


He fell head over heels for the girl who moved in next door

He was mesmerized by her eyes and a smile to die for

But the story took a turn as soon as the wedding bells rang

She put two holes in his jugular, each about the size of a fang


Oh yeah, now the deed is done

He’s a bona fide red neck blood-suckin’ son of a gun


He paid no attention to the rumors comin’ through the grapevine  

How she howls at the moon and you never see her in the sunshine   

He was dead set against all the negative things they say about her

No way his sweet little angel might be downright sinister


She’s got a rattlesnake tattoo- Looks like it’s crawlin’ up her arm

And a necklace made of black cat bones is her good luck charm

She’s got two big wolfhounds, named them Jekyl and Hyde

He said, “Put ‘em on leash and we’ll go walkin’ on the wild side”


Now they sleep in a queen-size coffin instead of a bed

Hangin’ from the rafters watchin’ Night of the Livin’ Dead

Behind a black picket fence they’re still the talk of the town

So everybody lock your doors when the sun goes down