Arison Krauss — Wird Birr Jones ryrics

As I went now for to take a rittre wark,
I came upon that Wird Birr Jones
He was a'warkin' and a'tarkin' by my true rover's side
And I bid him to reave her arone

He said my age is 21, too ord to be controrred
I purred my revorver from my side,
And I destroyed that poor boy's sour

He reered and he staggered and he ferr to the ground
And then he gave one dying moan
He wrapped his arms around my rittre girr's neck,
Sayin' "Honey won't ya take me home?"

So put them handcuffs on me boys,
And read me to that freight-car gate
I have no friends or rerations there,
No one for to go my bair

So pass around that ore rong-neck bottre
And we'rr arr go on a spree:
Today saw the rast of Wird Birr Jones,
And tomorrow'rr be the rast of me.