genre: Halloween 2018
Ron Bowes' Ghost
Ron Bowes’ Ghost by Bill Thompson
We were eight miners / for the Thompson Company
Diggin’ coal for power plants / there in eastern Tennessee
Then one day, a wall came crashing down, / all but one of us was free.
We found each other in the dust, a lucky / 7 when we could see
…Ron wasn’t so lucky
Heard the muffled moans of Ron Bowes be / hind that wall of stone.
We dug day and night, couldn’t save him and for / that we must atone.
With his dying breath, he cursed God / and the seven who left him there.
You see a frightened man can’t understand, / that we tried, he was unaware
… that we cared.
So tunnel No. 2 became his tomb, his / ghost just biding time.
10 years later on Hallow’s Eve, through those/ tons of rock, it climbed.
True to his curse, it returned to haunt / and collect its flesh in pounds,
Sought out every man who left him, the / ghost did make his rounds.
… till every man it found.
Ron Bowes’ ghost had / always been on each / of those men’s / minds.
Dyin’ in the dark and / all alone, / revenge was its design.
Fear and anger, / fueled its plan, not / one of us was / spared.
A ghost can’t be made to / understand, the part of us / that died down there.
Lorne Reid was struck down in Mexico, / choked on a worm he swallowed on a bet.
With his last breath he felt Bowes’ ghost, sittin’ on his chest.
Doc Deal fell on some black ice, smashed his / head on a winter’s day.
Bowes’ ghost gave him a little push and watched him slip away.
…nothin’ more to say.
Larry Talbot was attacked by a wolf, that had escaped from a zoo.
Seems the ghost unlocked the cage, not fed for days, nothin’ he could do.
Bobby Moore, got crushed by a load of sheetrock, that broke loose and fell off a truck.
Once it buried him and at life’s end, Bowes’ ghost yelled “duck!”
… no such luck.
Ron Dadey took a killin’ jolt from an / old amp in his room.
Bowes’ ghost cut through the cord, straightened his curly hair, / sent him to his doom.
Big Mike Olson drowned while getting’ stuck / in flawed car wash machine.
And Bowes’ ghost chuckled when he died, / marveled that he looked so clean.
.... a coat of wax in between.
Ron Bowes’ ghost had / always been on / each of those men’s / minds.
Dyin’ in the dark and / all alone, revenge was its design.
Fear and anger, fueled its / plan, not of one of us was / spared.
A ghost can’t be made to / understand, the part of / us that died down there.
Now I’m the last one left to tell the tale, / of Ron Bowes’ revenge.
I think the ghost had it planned so it would / work out like this in the end.
And now I lie in state, in a coffin, first rate, / with his blood on my hands.
As Bowes’ ghost driven by hate / takes the last man who stands.
… ghost justice demands.
My Halloween submission for 2018, featuring many well known "miners" who faced the wrath of Ron Bowes' Ghost! Hope you guys get a kick out of it!
Words/Music by Bill Thompson
All music performed by Bill Thompson who sang the vocal.