Punch'n'judy Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...) 

The beadle says I killed them all 

My wife, my screaming child 

I'm dying in the morning 

And they wonder why I smile 

So I'll sit and write my memoirs 

Of a life upon the stage 

And hope to die of middle age 

Jim crow the abyssinian 

Has sung his final song 

The grand turk of senoa 

Always gets his english wrong 

He could just say "shallaballa" 

But he'd say that word three times 

And nobody knows my crimes 

They'll say that I'm an outlaw 

But I tell you, that I'm your friend 

You know I'm only in for 

Punching judy again 

The radical gentleman 

Complained about my bell 

I said it was an organ 

And I rang that thing like hell 

The objector backed me up on 

Any name I said it is 

And guess which one of them will live 

While riding on my hobby horse 

I was overthrown 

To the doctor I was sent 

To cure my broken bones 

He beat me without reason 

Til I had to give to him 

A taste of his own medicine 

They'll say that I'm an outlaw 

But I tell you, that I'm your friend 

You know I'm only in for 

Punching judy again 

The executioner arrives 

Jack ketch is that man's name 

He thinks he's gonna hang me 

But he doesn't know my game 

I can't get my head into his noose 

He's gonna show me how 

And I'm gonna hang him now 

I'm ready for the devil 

And I see that he's appeared 

Like mr.faust before me 

I will pull old satan's beard 

So for toby my old terrier 

And everyone of you 

I'm gonna kill him too 

They'll say that I'm an outlaw 

But I tell you, that I'm your friend 

You know I'm only in for 

Punching judy again