Lyrics:
It was back in the old daysIn the time of my griefWhen the ladies all disowned meAnd my lungs could scarcely breatheAnd the wildlife was growing wilder by the dayAnd I stuck to myself mostlyThere was a band of brothersWho rode unto meThrowing accusationsI could rarely seeThey put a hand upon meAnd hung me upside downAnd emptied out my pocketsAnd kicked me on the groundThey took out the hot pokerAnd branded on my chestTwisted my ear offGasoline on my vestSet me all a-flamingPeriled and defeatedPelted me with stonesThat felt like certain deathThey went on to my ladyAnd made her kneel lowTore all her hair looseAnd cut through her clothesLaughed and they holleredAnd they painted the horses orangePut the kids togetherAnd tied them to the porchThen blaze upon blazeDid the devils rally 'roundWith rifles and sticksDid they pound on the groundI rambled and I tumbledAnd I fell to my feetAnd I never knew the sweat of satan Tasted so sweet