[intro instrumental] [Verse 1] The court room is cold, the jury is still A woman dancer's accused of murder with intent to kill They say Gail Tempest pulled the trigger on that fatal day When Kirk Robbin was killed at the Black Bottom Cafe The state demands a conviction, the evidence seems clear Until three key witnesses are called to appear. [Chorus with layered harmony vocals] There's some disorder in the court, can't really explain The lawyer's objections were mostly sustained Will the truth be obscured by the noise and commotion? Will justice be served with testimony unspoken? [Verse 2] A simple oath degraded to a conflict of pride With hand on the Scripture and hats cast aside These three are musicians who were there at the scene Reenacting the tempo of what happened in between A weapon misdirected, a stray bullet flies Five holes in a toupee mistaken for eyes. [Bridge] The music turns manic as the dance starts to swell A swallowed harmonica and two spoons ring like a bell Yet amid the ruckus, a small creature cries A caged bird named Polly repeating its lines "Find the letter," it squawks, through the shouting and din Pointing straight to the secret kept hidden within. [Verse 3] They dismantle the cage as the jury strains to look Uncovering the note tied to the bird's little foot Written by the killer on that fateful night Buck Wing wrote a signed confession and he wasn't contrite. The state drops the charges, the real killer is found And the woman walks free on untainted ground. [Outro] The gavel strikes heavy, the record is set A tale of dark murder no one will forget The gallery clears as the shadows fall long And justice prevails where it could have gone wrong.
