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FOUR RODE BY (Ian Tyson) Willie Palmer's stallion was no twenty dollar cayuse And when the wild ones stole him he hightailed it into town Ussher in those days was keeping order in the district But before he'd ridden thirty miles the McLean boys shot him down cho: Four rode by Rode through here Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare They were armed All were armed It was them I'd have known them anywhere A shepherd known as Kelly saw the wild one as they passed They shot him with a rifle and took his watch and chain When the posse found him in the lonely cabin A hunger took their pride away and no one else was slain* They hung the boys in January eighteen eighty three First time in that province that they'd strung up brothers three And their sons killed nineteen Germans cross the seas back in seventeen One thing that's for damned sure they're a wild old family *been trying for 20 years to figure this line out, may have been hearing it wrong This song is vintage Tyson, and the Instrumental bridge by Daddy Bones (John Herald) still gives me chills. @country @murder filename[ FOURRODE AS Apr98 |
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