Good Mornin’ Policeman
Moon Martin
Good mornin' policeman
What's the name of this town?
Good mornin' policeman
What's the name of this town?
Woke up in your cell
My head bloody and bound
A 44 fired, to the floor dominoes flung
A 44 fired, to the floor dominoes flung
And there lay Johnny C
And on me his murder hung
Better be strong boy
What the sheriff said
Better be strong boy
What the sheriff said
When you walk 13 steps
And I pull that noose round your head
Dig me a hole
Where the green grass is grown
Dig me a hole
Where the green grass is grown
So them wild desert birds
Will not pick and and clean my bones