Queen Janie commands and i obey over the hills and far away.....

If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
Of Delacroix the gambler
Oh the Mudcat knew him well.

It was on the Carnival broadwalk
It was Saturday afternoon
His friends a drinking in the tavern
As on the decks he strode.

There a scruffy folkie approached him
In a manner rather rude
threatening him with violence
and the gambler he pursued

The folkie grabbed a long knife
And the gambler grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that folkie down.

He took to the steamboat Albert Hansell
He knows a life of shame
but no crime in Mudcat city
was added to his name

As through this world I ramble
I've see all kinds of men
Some will rob you with a Six gun
And some do it with a ballpoint pen.

All your life you travel
As through your life you roam
You won't never see old Delacroix
Drive a folkie from their home.

with suitable appologies to Woody Guthrie fer hijacking his song Pretty Boy Floyd

Yours, Aye. Dave