Sent her a letter
Could not forget her
And it drove me mad
"How I want you
I don't want to
But I want you bad"
Oh little pigeon
Sweet little pigeon
I shouldn't even try
Raising my rifle
Over some trifle
Bringin' down the sky
Blow wind blow
Won't you let it all go
Won't you let it all go away
Now I'm dressing like a scarecrow
Dressing like a scarecrow
Just the keep the birds away
Thought she would save me
Thought she would brave me
Still me on a stormy night
It's getting colder
I'm getting older
Drifting like a wayward kite