LYRIC

15 hundred years ago i found you lying in the sun, underneath your gun. i will come and find you when the blood has run.

In mining cave I misbehave with guns and glass and broken knives while tending to your hives. I will come and find you when the blood has run

Yodelay-ee-o yodelay-ee-oh the engineers wife ran away with all my hard earned pay..

She jumped on me from a weeping tree, I howled and took my final bow and escaped on my old tin cow. i will come and find you when the blood has run.

Yodelay-ee-oh yodelay-ee-ay the engineers wife ran away, with all my hard earned pay…

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