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Song title: John Wesley Harding - Punch'n'judy

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(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

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