TEAR OLD WILSON DOWN
(Bob Coltman)
Well, late last night I was a-walkin' down town,
And I met up with the hard case crew,
They was sniffin' and a-pokin' and a-moochin' all around,
And lookin' for somethin' to do,
Lookin' for somethin' to do, good Lord,
No matter what the old folks say,
We'll make it bright in the middle of the night,
And go home and sleep in the day.
Well, I wasn't doin' nothin' that I couldn't leave off,
And I'd had me a quart of beer,
I was full of fight and ready for fun,
And it seemed like a good idear,
Seemed like a good idear at the time,
'Cause this is a deadhead town,
So I j'ined up with them hard case boys
For to tear old Wilson down.
We whooped and we hollered till the winders banged,
And a voice cried, Hush that noise!
But it takes more than a voice in the night
To scare us hard case boys,
Scare us hard case boys at all,
Why, they'd have to knock us down,
So we loosed their chickens and we stole us a car,
And we tore old Wilson down.
We run the car through six back yards
And up and over the ridge,
Then we turned around, and we come back to town,
And we run clean off of the bridge,
Run clean off of the bridge, and wound up
Fender-deep in the stream,
I lay there hopin' that I wasn't awake,
'Cause it seemed like a terrible dream.
We come down town with our clothes all soaked,
And nigh 'bout froze to the core,
We lit up a fire for to get ourselves warm,
And it caught old Blackwell's store,
Caught old Blackwell's store on fire,
And the durned thing burned to the ground,
We like to got lynched as they took us to jail
For a-tearin' old Wilson down.
Now there's just one thin old timber wall
Between me and that crowd,
And I wish it was three times as thick,
'Cause I never heerd nothin' so loud,
Never heerd nothin' so loud in my life,
Oh Lord what a terrible noise,
I wisht I'd a never a-come down town
Or j'ined with the hard case boys.
Now, it ain't no use in a-tryin' to explain
'Bout any of what we done,
They ain't about to understand
That it was just innocent fun.
Was just innocent fun, that's all,
It just got out of bounds,
Who would a-thought that we'd ever really go
And tear old Wilson down?
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