david wilcox
wilford brandon hayes
A lot of cash, five hundred eighty grand Buried in the woods In sixteen ammo cans  Changed his pants and shirt Washed his hands and face He tracked that graveyard dirt Up the concrete steps to his girlfriend's place  He knew that she was home She faked she was asleep She had not known him long But she was in too deep  He stood there on her porch She heard his cell phone ring And with her window wide She stayed quiet inside And she heard everything  There's something new and exciting In this love you've found But there's a whole other story Underground  She heard him laugh He said it's dust to dust He said he was glad There's one man he could trust  But then he said the name Wilford Brandon Hayes A name that she was sure She had heard before In her younger days  He spoke of one more hit She heard the where and when Next day back at work She called them with his plans So on the Friday news Two male suspects fled They'd walked into a noose A high-speed pursuit ended with them dead  There's something new and exciting In this love you've found But there's a whole other story Underground  She took a walk Way up on the ridge Where she once camped out When she was just a kid Lost up in the woods An old forgotten grave And carved upon the stone The name she knew she'd known Wilford Brandon Hayes  So every now and then She walks up in the woods A little mountain air Bound to do you good She takes a picnic lunch Packs enough for one And from her secret stash She takes a stack of cash To have a little fun  There's something new and exciting In this love you've found But there's a whole other story Underground  She kept her job Wears a business dress Good at what she does Some say she's the best She's got that corner view Got that great big desk She's the one he screwed She's got attitude She's the IRS  She saw the red flag comin'  Should have known She's the one The kinda girl that got a gun  She saw him coming  