Punchnjudy — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...)



The beadle says I killed them all

My wife, my screaming child

Im dying in the morning

And they wonder why I smile

So Ill sit and write my memoirs

Of a life upon the stage

And hope to die of middle age



Jim crow the abyssinian

Has sung his final song

The grand turk of senoa

Always gets his english wrong

He could just say "shallaballa"

But hed say that word three times

And nobody knows my crimes



Theyll say that Im an outlaw

But I tell you, that Im your friend

You know Im only in for

Punching judy again



The radical gentleman

Complained about my bell

I said it was an organ

And I rang that thing like hell

The objector backed me up on

Any name I said it is

And guess which one of them will live



While riding on my hobby horse

I was overthrown

To the doctor I was sent

To cure my broken bones

He beat me without reason

Til I had to give to him

A taste of his own medicine



Theyll say that Im an outlaw

But I tell you, that Im your friend

You know Im only in for

Punching judy again



The executioner arrives

Jack ketch is that mans name

He thinks hes gonna hang me

But he doesnt know my game

I cant get my head into his noose

Hes gonna show me how

And Im gonna hang him now



Im ready for the devil

And I see that hes appeared

Like mr.faust before me

I will pull old satans beard

So for toby my old terrier

And everyone of you

Im gonna kill him too



Theyll say that Im an outlaw

But I tell you, that Im your friend

You know Im only in for

Punching judy again