John Wesley Harding - Pull

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

The Beadle says I killed them all
My wife, my screaming child
I'm dying in the morning
And they wonder why I smile
So I'll 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 he'd say that word three times
And nobody knows my crimes

They'll say that I'm an outlaw
But I tell you, that I'm your friend
You know I'm only in for
Punching Judy again