the good feelin' of money
I work like a dog for my father's farm
Always told me beware the city
I wanted her so, but she soon let me know
That a penny to Sodbuster
And I swore that I wouldn't
So I took Popper's pistol,
walked into Will's Closet
And I faced Dover Flint in the General Store
I pulled him to reach him
in the drawer full of money
But he reached and I pulled
In the darkness behind me
The men from Wells Crossing,
there's a shrill siren's call.
an d my pants try to hold me.
tear my hands when I fall.
When we're clearing our way,
the men from Wells Crossing,
there's the crack of a rifle
they're gathered round me
has settled deep in my body
But I could tell that it was Papa,
In the dim afternoon's light
Papa closed his eyes tight
And the last I remembered