The Gourds

I saddled me a wounded priest

Rode him wet through this August heat

I took me a German bride

all empty and bloody inside

in the dark I heard a thief

he stole my money and my grief

in the morning I wanted to die

the doctor cut me the lawyer lied

stop yer waiting and just go

don't be saying what you don't know

for the lowlands I am bound

where my pale bride will be found