Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
Tammy Cochran
A little girl who just turned nine
Awakes to another fight
She covers her head and closes her eyes
How could the neighbors not have heard
Done a thing or said a word
What was painfully clear too often occurred
The rumors started
When it all came to an end
They blamed it on the bottle
And said he was a drinkin' man
Sometimes in the distance
You can still hear her cry
Breaking the silence
In the dead of the night
She walks softly down the hall
Sees his shadow on the wall
Turns the corner
Sees her mama fall
Daddy went too far this time
Just about to cross that line
He never saw it coming
He thought he had that forty-five
The rumors started
When it all came to an end
They blamed it on the bottle
And said he was a drinkin' man
Sometimes in the distance
You can still hear her cry
Breaking the silence
In the dead of the night
She didn't chose this life
She's a victim of circumstance
But she made a choice that night
And took the law in her little hands
The rumors started
When it all came to an end
They blamed it on the bottle
And said he was a drinkin' man
Sometimes in the distance
You can still hear her cry
Breaking the silence
In the dead of the night
Dead Of The Night was written by Tammy Cochran.