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    1. Miss Treater (the ballad of Cindy)

    From the recording Stay Primal

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    Take a set of murder ballad lyrics that I had written back during the 12 Stones album, add a soulful guitar riff on a 4-string cigar box guitar and sing it in a gravel voice. Yep, that's Miss Treater.

    Lyrics

    MISS TREATER
    by Shane Speal
    (c) 2017 Shane Speal Music (BMI)
    I lived down the street from ol’ Charlie Treater
    He liked to get real drunk, grab his wife
    And then he’d beat her
    He beat that woman fierce
    He’d have another beer
    Each night it was the same thing
    Year after year

    Now Charlie had a daughter by the name of Cindy Lou
    She always seemed the quiet type when I’d see her after school
    Cindy Lou was gorgeous, in a young and tragic way
    I’ll never forget the day when they locked her away

    It was a hot summer night, I was upstairs in my bed
    Window was open I heard every word she said
    The night that Cindy snapped
    When the old man started to fight
    Her voice it sounded different
    Something wasn’t right

    Cindy Treater grabbed his shirt, threw him up against the wall
    Furniture was crashing as the two began to brawl
    That was when she reached up for his Winchester repeater
    He said “put that thing down, Cindy”
    She said “WHO?” [STOP!]
    “Bitch, you can call me Miss Treater. Mean Miss Treater”
    By the time the cops arrived
    He was face down on the floor
    Miss Treater stood there grinnin’
    Leanin’ by the kitchen door
    They say that one shot killed him
    But she shot ten more in case
    She never looked more beautiful
    With that smile on her face

    ©2010-2016 Shane W. Speal, Sr
    Shane Speal Music & Marketing LLC
    Contact Shane at shane@shanespeal.com
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