Eighteen-hundred and eighty-five was the year I remember so well When they drove old Gran to an early grave and sent my mom in jail I don't know what's right or wrong but they hung Christ on nails Six kids at home and two on the breast, why they wouldn't even give her bail
Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high
I'd rather die like Donahue, that man, he was so brave Than be taken by the government and forced to walk in chains Well I'd rather fight with all my might while I have eyes to see I'd rather die ten thousand times than hang from the gallow's tree
Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high
Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high Poor Ned, you're better off dead ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
