Ballad of the Rolling Hill

I had an old man, a child, a cat, and a dog.
Lost them in the middle of a country song,
when a hill came rolling down,
soft, but tearing up the ground.
Now my head is rolling ’round,
zigzagging away at any sound.

Dog barked the day my baby died.
The cat was in the garden eating a crow.
My old man slammed the back door to.
I was strumming my guitar, all alone.
And that hill rumbled ‘cross the yard,
soft, but tearing up the ground,
while my head was rolling ’round,
zigzagging away at any sound.

The sky’s red tonight
like a devil’s bath.
We’re little rubber ducks
on a sinking raft.
I had an old man, a child, a cat, and a dog,
but the devil done chased them away,
put me on that hill sliding by,
soft, but tearing up the ground,
keeps my mind rolling ’round,
zigzagging away at any sound.

–Shaun

Many many years ago I wrote a kind of apocalyptic, sci-fi, country-western, love story, and this was one of the songs in it.