And he died in a car crash
On a dirt mountain road
Moonshine on his belly
Spilled on his clothes

Into a summer's white sun afternoon
Along the gravel
The mourning doves croon

The mother's son was named Tarleton
His blood now runs cold
Story been told

We see the worst things under the sun
Under the summer of lightning

Take him from this city
And all that surrounds
He won't need our pity
Not where he's bound

We see the worst things under the sun
Under the summer of lightning

So just leave this place fine as you found it
Carry his love over the mountain