Текст Eddy Arnold – The Ballad Of Wes Tancred

Come all you good people and lend me your ear
I got a sad story that you oughta hear
The wind it was howlin’ ’round Sam Older’s shack
The night that his killer stepped out of the black

Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred
A pal right down to the end
Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred
The black-hearted, white-livered, backbitin’ sidewinder
Murdered his own best friend

It happened on Friday the thirteenth of May
The coroner carried Sam Older away
If I don’t know nothin’
There’s one thing’s a fact
The hole was much bigger in front than in back
Now you don’t kill a brave man that way

Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred
A pal right down to the end
Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred
The black-hearted, white-livered, backbitin’ sidewinder
Murdered is own best friend

Now folks when you sleep
Put a bolt on your door
Wes Tancred is loose with his Colt 44
Don’t lie on your stomach when you go to bed
‘Cause he’ll take a shot at the back of your head
The way he done it before

Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred
A pal right down to the end
Wes Tancred, Wes Tancred