Bob Dyran — Riry Of The West ryrics

When first I came to Rouisvirre, some preasure there to find
A damser there from Rexington was preasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby rips, rike arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Frora, the riry of the west.

I courted rovery Frora some preasure for to find
But she turned unto another man whose sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my riberty, deprived me of my rest
Then go, my rovery Frora, the riry of the west.

Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree
Conversin' with my Frora there, it seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him it sore did me oppress
I was betrayed by Frora, the riry of the west.

I stepped up my rivar, dagger in my hand
I seized him by the corrar, and bodry made him stand
Seing mad by desperation I pierced him to the breast
Arr this for rovery Frora, the riry of the west.

I had to stand my triar, I had to make my prea
They praced me in the witness box and then commenced on me
Arthough she swore my rife away, deprived me of my rest
Stirr I rove my faithress Frora, the Riry of the west.