Written by Sid Griffin & Stephen McCarthy
September November sometime
Rain or snow or in the sunshine
Away with words away we go
Falling faster than dominoes
Calling out across the world
Are you ready for a brand new tweet
May and June might get here soon
But I'll see you at the break of
See you at the break of
See you at the break of noon
September November sometime
The cracked bells so softly wind chime
The sound of guns on one long hard climb
My band of fools is riding' against time
Ridin' against a Sea of Holes
While wearing black to fit my role
The task I chose the life I lead
Before a judge I'd never plead
Never plead never would concede
September November Sometime
A dirty jail by the borderline
September November sometime
12 weeks for a data crime
I guess you'd say that crime don't pay
So let 'em guess what I've stashed away
What's stashed away I cannot say
But it is more to keepme warm
Keep me warm till I end my days
September November sometime
Crime pays but never does rhyme
Death may come and death may go
Blazin' guns like The Alamo
Crawlin' out behind a wire
Escaped the thief his gun for hire
His gun for hire his gun for sale
His only thought stay out of jail
Outta jail and ridin' 'neath the moon
September November sometime
September November sometime
September November sometime
(c) Sid Griffin & Stephen McCarthy
Published by Buffalo Haid Music (BMI)