cannonfire blasts the city night and day
future meets the past and gets stolen away
sheriff getting lost in the jail of his mind
i'm prisoner to the city and I'm wasting time
ooh wee the girls got a hold on me
we built a bunkhouse from the pews and tore the steeple down
melted down the bell into a thousand rounds
sure as day turns to night, night turns to day
only song I heard Mitchell King's fiddle play
ooh wee the girls got a hold on me
tonight I sleep beneath a hollow long
over untroubled rivers from a pack of dogs
make my way by the light of the moon
back to my true love in Ohio and swoon
ooh wee the girls got a hold on me

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