Kevin was my cousin, he was twenty-two My mother's little brother's son Killed last night in Clarksville, him and three girls Never hurt no one Shot down in cold blood for two-hundred dollars That's fifty dollars a life That's four young people from four good families Four-thousand more tears to cry And there are some things won't be forgiven There is some blood will not wash away There's a shadow on the living It will not go away Give me a room and the boy that pulled the trigger Four empty hands, mine and his Just me and my anger, him and his ignorance And we will see just how tough he is There are some things won't be forgiven There is some blood will not wash away There's a shadow on the living It will not go away