Текст песни Guilty/Johnny Behind-The-Deuce - Tom Russell

Mr. Johnny Behind the Deuce
We find you guilty of murder, horse thievery, white slavery
Card sharking, opium snorting and common drunkery
You are a range bum sir, a wind mill monkey, curly wolf,
Card shark Rustler, you are all Rawhead and Bloody Bones himself

(Guilty, Guilty, Guilty, Guilty,)
You are to be hung from yonder cottonwood tree at sundown
What you got to say for your last words Johnny
I never killed no-one who didn't need killing
Those were John Wesley Harding's last words; plagiarist
What about? Don't let it end like this tell them I said something
Those were Pancho Villa's last words
How about? What is life? It's the flash of a fire fly in the night,
The breath of a buffalo in the winter time,
The little shadow which runs Across
The grass and loses itself in the sunset
Those were Crowfoot's words; you fork tongued bastard
Whatever! Hang man hang man slack your rope, slack it for a while
I think I see my sweet heart coming; riding many a mile
Child Ballad Number 95 Judgey Hahahahahah

I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce,
What is real and what is truth,
It's all a dime store novel, why the hell should I grovel
I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce
I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce
Oh my head is in the noose
I'm about to die why the hell should I lie; Johnny Behind the Deuce
Oh the west was always won with a bottle, a horse and a gun
Tombstone whores and cartel wars, whiskey, blood and opium

Well I'm not calaver [?]
What do you want for you're last meal Johnny
I'll have a bone in Rib eye steak Judgy;
Tell you exactly how I want it cooked! Tell the hang man he can wait
I want a dry slab of beef one day bumpy and rotten blistered on a
Wood Fire grill; baste it with sea salt and mustard judgey,
Medium rare;
Send The Congressman the bill and
Whores, and Cuban cigars and opium Hahaha
Forget it! You're last words if you please
"When the green hills are covered with talking wires
And the wolves no longer sing
What good will the money you paid for all this land be
When the buffalo remain to be seen
That was Chief Seattle's words you slick tongue mockingbird
We are God fearing pioneers, we shall not tolerate your God-less rant
We have civilized this territory and your the last outlaw heathen
Your last words please! Then the rope shall dance
"A pioneer that's a man who turned the grass upside down
Then strung the barb wire over the dust that was left
Poisoned the water, cut down the trees
Killed the Indian called it manifest destiny and progress
Those were Charles M. Russel's words
You lying snake, you highwayman
Don't over play your part judge; hand me that gun and lets vamoose
It's time for the great escape, a Johnny Behind the Deuce
Bury me now on the lone prairie
I slipped the noose and I'm gone;
I've stolen a horse now I'm on the run
The Judge was in on this the corrupt drunken clown
Let's built a posse and run me down, hey
Murder, corruption, Godlessness and lies
The country won't be civilized till Johnny dies
They'll put a couple of quarters in my dead man's eyes
And make me a carnival exhibit in the great by and by

Hey
I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce
That's right I slipped the noose
You bastards will mettle I've got old scores to settle
I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce
Yeah your west forever won
With a bottle, a woman and a gun
Hey trouble rides the fastest horse; once again I'm on the run
I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce
Yeah, I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce
I'm Johnny Behind the Deuce