Ransom Man - Delta Spirit, Elijah Thomson, Bo Koster

With a blindfold I can walk

I see colors when you talk

Could paint your picture with one black crayon

Yes, I am your ransom man

I came for you, that is correct

My trunk is hungry from neglect

I would show you but it’s too direct

Well, I am your ransom man

I wore some holes into my boots

It’s been weeks now following you

They say Los Angeles is a desolate land

Well, I am your ransom man

I took some work for a strong arm

You were a sucker for his charm

You see he’ll love you with the back of his hand

Well, I am your ransom man

Darlin', I know that you are sweet

Just a mid west transplant with your dreams

Well, if I don’t kill you he will kill me

Well, I am your ransom man

Just one look would make the call

I put that bastard’s head right through a wall

Be the great returning of glass into sand

Well, I am your ransom man

Kiss me on the cheek and I’ll be gone

Please do not leave flowers on my lawn

Just wanna hear Dixie from a funeral band

Well, I am the ransom man

Just wanna hear Dixie from a funeral band

Well, I am the ransom man