Lyrics:

Wood

well, I'm Sitting In The Back Lot
on The North West Side Of Town
picturing Last Night, Way Out In The City
where They Shot My Baby Down.

she Could Be Dying, Whoa-Oh-No
well, It Can't Much Matter To You
i Found Her Lying, Yeah Yeah Yeah
near The Ball Park, Down At School.

the Sheriff Came Up To Question My Mother
i Could Have Dropped Down Through The Floor
before I Could Turn 'round, It Was Running For Cover
like A Billy Goat Through The Door.

she Could Be Dying, Whoa-Oh-No
well, It Can't Much Matter To You
i Found Her Lying, Yeah Yeah Yeah
near The Ball Park, Down At School.

hold On, Baby, I Need You, Honey
won't You Bring Yourself Around
you Gotta Help Me Pay Off Big Mama
i'm Gonna Rid This Crazy Town.

she Could Be Dying, Whoa-Oh-No
well, It Can't Much Matter To You
i Found Her Lying, Yeah Yeah Yeah
near The Ball Park, Down At School.

the Sheriff Came Up To Question My Mother
i Could Have Dropped Down Through The Floor
before I Could Turn 'round, It Was Running For Cover
like A Billy Goat Through The Door.

she Could Be Dying, Whoa-Oh
well, It Can't Much Matter To You
i Found Her Lying, Yeah Yeah Yeah
near The Ball Park, Down At School

well, I'm Sitting In The Back Lot
on The North West Side Of Town
picturing Last Night, Way Out In The City
where They Shot My Baby Down

she Could Be Dying, Whoa-Oh
well, It Can't Much Matter To You
i Found Her Lying, Yeah Yeah Yeah
near The Ball Park, Down At School