The Reaper

by John W McClure

Genre: Americana/Country

Lyrics

The Reaper
I sat there in my smoking TV jacket
Staring at the gunfire on the screen
This was not just some ol’ TV Western
Just the daily news and not a dream

The wind outside was driving like a highway
Burning all the trees like gasoline
Just when I was sleeping nice and peaceful
Breaks a branch and slammed the back door screen

Chorus:
Can you beat that reaper? Can you beat that reaper?
Comin’ round in the middle of the night

I woke up in the morning to my coffee
Found the paper folded in my hand
Some one someone loves was in there dying
The reaper really doesn’t give a damn

A daughter, a hooker, a mother dies of cancer
‘Cabbie’, judge and robber gets away
Some suicidal nut shot by the police
The reaper’s bound to look the other way.

Chorus:

Sunny days I sit out on the back porch
I sing and watch the red bird fly around
Walked out on the snows of winter
I found the red bird face down

Chorus:
Can you beat that reaper? Can you beat that reaper?
Comin’ round in the middle of the night

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