John Wesley Harding - Punch'n'Judy lyrics

(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