This is the ballad of Alferd Packer An infamous guy to the old west
In the state of Colorado in the year of seventy-four They crossed the San Juan Mountains growing hungry to the core Their guide was Alferd Packer, they trusted him too long For his character was weak and his appetite was strong
They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief It just doesn't pay to eat anything but Government inspected beef
Along the Gunnison River, an Indian camp they spied An Indian chief approached them to stop them he did try He warned them of the danger in the snow that lay around But the danger was in Packer for his hunger knew no bound
They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief It just doesn't pay to eat anything but Government inspected beef
Two cold months went slowly by, Packer came back alone My comrades they all froze to death, I'm starving, he did moan The Indian chief knew how he lied, he spat upon the ground For Packer's belly hung out all over his belt, he'd gained some thirty pounds
They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief It just doesn't pay to eat anything but Government inspected beef
Well, for nine long years he ran away, but finally he was tried He claimed he didn't kill them, he only ate their hide That County had six democrats, until that man arrived Well only one lives on today, he ate the other five [Incomprehensible]
Eighteen years he stayed in jail, it was a dreadful fate For he suffered indigestion every time he ate Still, it's hard to blame this hungry guy who went searchin' for the mines For when he ate his friends, he'd never heard of Duncan Hines For when he ate his friends, he'd never heard of Duncan HinesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
