John Wesley Harding - Punch'n'judy Lyrics
(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...)The beadle says I killed them allMy wife, my screaming childIm dying in the morningAnd they wonder why I smileSo Ill sit and write my memoirsOf a life upon the stageAnd hope to die of middle ageJim crow the abyssinianHas sung his final songThe grand turk of senoaAlways gets his english wrongHe could just say shallaballaBut hed say that word three timesAnd nobody knows my crimesTheyll say that Im an outlawBut I tell you, that Im your friendYou know Im only in forPunching judy againThe radical gentlemanComplained about my bellI said it was an organAnd I rang that thing like hellThe objector backed me up onAny name I said it isAnd guess which one of them will liveWhile riding on my hobby horseI was overthrownTo the doctor I was sentTo cure my broken bonesHe beat me without reasonTil I had to give to himA taste of his own medicineTheyll say that Im an outlawBut I tell you, that Im your friendYou know Im only in forPunching judy againThe executioner arrivesJack ketch is that mans nameHe thinks hes gonna hang meBut he doesnt know my gameI cant get my head into his nooseHes gonna show me howAnd Im gonna hang him nowIm ready for the devilAnd I see that hes appearedLike mr.faust before meI will pull old satans beardSo for toby my old terrierAnd everyone of youIm gonna kill him tooTheyll say that Im an outlawBut I tell you, that Im your friendYou know Im only in forPunching judy again
