Lowlands

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