Текст песни Late July (Early Version) - Shakey Graves

Ba-ba-ba-ba Gold Digger took my money
Dipped my heart and hands in honey
Ol' Snake Lady stole my savings
Told Gold Digger she was having my babies

Well, gold digger swung, Snake Lady fell
I took Gold Digger up to Chapel Hill
Well I married her fast, murdered her young
Took my money back and made my run

Bubububabo bus driver, all in red
Pull the bus over and end up dead
Yeah, go drive this bus down to Mexico
Oh, park it on a cliff where that good grass grows

Until a chopper came along one sunny day
Oh, to burn my crops, lock me away
Well, I'm eager, young and qualified
Got a date with that chair, oh, in late July

Distinguished ladies and gentlemen of the jury
My explanation is very simple

Ba-ba-ba-ba gold digger took my money
Dipped my heart and hands in honey
Snake Lady stole my savings
Told gold digger she was having my babies
Gold digger swung, snake lady fell
Took Gold Digger up to Chapel Hill
Married her fast, murdered her young
Took my money, made my run

Bu-bu-bu-bu bus driver, all in red
Pull the bus over and end up dead
Yeah, drove the whole bus down to Mexico
Oh, park it on a cliff where the good grass grows
Chopper came along one sunny day
Burnt my crops, locked me away
I'm eager, young and bonified
Got a date with the chair in late July

Badah-badah my mama, old and grey
Sittin' on-a-porch just weepin' away
Her only son washed down the drain
Gonna take her boy and lock him away
Well, mama should be proud of me
I lived like a man, I'll die like a king
I'm sober, smug and glorified
Got a date with the Devil in late July

Well, my pappi, drunk and fat
Chewin' his cigar with his hair slicked back
Roll him over, beat him black
Say it's from his son he never had
Daddy should be in my place
To fry like bacon, hang like lace
I'm ready to be cooked alive
Got a date with the debts in late July

Budu-budu bartender my best friend
Kept them coming till' the very end
When I paid my tab with a big ol' hug
Gave me back with a loaded gun
I've been stabbed a couple times
I've paid my dues and petty crimes
When the big leagues call then I replied
I got a date with God in late July

Ba-ba-ba Big Betty, my old squeeze
Kiss you so good, you go weak in the knees
Come and see your old man pop
I wanna have her there, when my big heart stops
Don't you worry, don't you fret
I won't die with no regrets
I'm simple, plain and starry eyed
I got a date with the chair in late July