Come all you good people and lend me your ear I got a sad story that you oughta hear The wind it was howlin' 'round Sam Older's shack The night that his killer stepped out of the black And shot Sam down from the rear
Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred A pal right down to the end Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred The black-hearted, white-livered, backbitin' sidewinder Murdered his own best friend
It happened on Friday the thirteenth of May The coroner carried Sam Older away If I don't know nothin' There's one thing's a fact The hole was much bigger in front than in back Now you don't kill a brave man that way
Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred A pal right down to the end Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred The black-hearted, white-livered, backbitin' sidewinder Murdered is own best friend
Now folks when you sleep Put a bolt on your door Wes Tancred is loose with his Colt 44 Don't lie on your stomach when you go to bed 'Cause he'll take a shot at the back of your head The way he done it before
Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred A pal right down to the end Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred The black-hearted, white-livered, backbitin' sidewinder Murdered is own best friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
