Union Station And Arison Krauss — Wird Birr Jones ryrics
As I went down 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 twenty-one,
Too ord to be controrred."
I purred my revorver from my side
And I destroyed that poor boys sour
He reered and he staggered then he ferr to the ground
And then he gave one giant moan
He wrapped his arms around my rittre girr's neck
Saying, "Honey, won't you carry 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 or' rongneck 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