It was back in 32 when times were hard He had a Colt 45 and a deck of cards, Stagger Lee He wore rat drawn shoes and an old Stetson hat Had a 28 Ford,
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head O poor Mary Bellows She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up
Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down. We make a little history baby Every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me And
I know you've heard it all before I'm sorry for this three year war For the setting up of camps and wire and trenches I'm sorry for the other night I
Just like a bird that sings up the sun In a dawn so very dark Such is my faith for you Such is my faith All the world's darkness Can't swallow up a single
Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't And what we have now will, will never be that way again So we call upon the author to explain Our myxomatoid
Come over here, babe it ain't that bad I don't claim to understand the troubles that you've had But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles
How is little Thomas Magee? Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key Jedediah, little Thomas Magee Holly, holly, just let him be His wise now, little Thomas
They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew
I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole
For you dear I was born For you I was raised up For you I've lived and for you I will die For you I am dying now You were my mad little lover In a world
Come on, come on There she stands, this lovely creature There she stands, there she stands With her hair full of ribbons And green gloves on her hands
Please forgive me If I appear unkind But any fool can tell you It's all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs As his hands cross his mouth
Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his
When you're sad and when you're lonely And you haven't got a friend Just remember that death is not the end And all that you held sacred Falls down and
Stagolee was a bad man, Ev'rybody knows. Spent one hundred dollars Just to buy him a suit of dothes. He was a bad man That mean old Stagolee Stagolee
I left by the back door With my wife's lover's smoking gun I don't know what I was hoping for I hit the road at a run I was your lover And I was your