The Legendary

by Dick Rodan

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released July 19, 2015

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Dick Rodan Toronto, Ontario

Dick Rodan is a six-piece country outfit hailing from southern Ontario Canada. Though they may be big-city boys, they sure know how to trick you into thinking they practice in a field somewhere in the American Midwest. If you like your country to be more like Hank Williams than Florida Georgia Line, then you will have some fun enjoying all that is Dick Rodan. ... more

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Track Name: Run
Heading down south down to Mexico.
Lawman’s got me on a list for death row.
I shot a man down or so they say.
But the blood on my hands is washing away.

Chorus

I sure would miss my life, if they catch me.
I sure would miss my wife, if she left me.
But all I can do……is run.

Heaven aint got no place for me.
No olive branches just dying weeds.
I done what I done and I’s do it again.
But that boy had it coming now that’s his end.

Chorus

Captain shouts leave the cuffs get the toe tag.
Newspapers sell with a body in a body bag.
Checkpoint dead ahead pedal to the metal.
Twenty six blood drops scattered like rose petals.
Track Name: Trouble
I was tired of keeping still, tired of taking my pills.
You don’t know the trouble that I’m in.
I’m hounded by the dead and my thoughts are getting read,
I got helicopters looking at the top of my head.

You don’t know the trouble that I’m in.
The devils on TV and he’s telling me to sin.
You don’t know the trouble that I’m in,
Trying to get right but don’t know how or where or when.

I’m trying to keep a lid,
Trying to keep myself hid.
You don’t know the trouble that I’m in.
The cops are playing pranks,
in invisible tanks.
My woman’s an assassin she’s employed by the banks.

You don’t know the trouble that I’m in……….

Now I’m riding number nine,
Heading south to Caroline.
You don’t know the trouble that I’m in.
The dogs are on the loose,
They’re nipping at my boots.
You know ill end up dancing at the end of a noose.

You don’t know the trouble that I’m in……..

The pope is on the phone trying to lure me back home.
You don’t know the trouble that I’m in.
My doctor speaks in tongues,
Trying to harvest my lungs.
He’s telling me he’s got to get me back on the drugs.