Album: Window Sills
My good friend is a half-breed, a mut all jokes aside
He picked a neighbor's roses and for that they'll have his hide
The got him in a jail cell and that is where he stays
And they'll keep him past tomorrow, which it be his wedding day
Friends they will be rounding up the wine
And I hope to god I get him out in time
Yours truly has no money, so I cannot pay the bail
The sheriff won't believe me that the cheque is in the mail
I'm begging for their mercy, to show it if they may
And not let a bunch of roses ruin someone's wedding day
Flowers will be lining up the aisle
And I hope to god I get him out in time
After much persuasion, in the end a nope
Time was running short so I got myself a rope
Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train
And waited for the whistle-blow, which meant my friend's escape
His sweetheart will be putting on her gown
And I hope to god I get him out in time
And as the train lurched on the line, jus then the sheriff
changed his mind and let my friend out with a slap on the wrist
With a crash the wall came down and through the dust I see the frown
Of the sheriff standing on the other side
They got me in a jail cell and that is where I stay
But I must go meet my darling when her train comes in today
She left me very sorry, many tears I cried
She comes back with my promise now that everything is fine
Her train enters the station after nine
And I hope to god someone gets me out in time
And I hope to god someone gets me out in time