Mad Molly was a mean old girl

She made her way around the world

She would beg, borrow and steal

 

Men thought her love was heaven sent

Though her love didn’t pay the rent

‘Cause she would touch but she didn’t feel

 

She stole his cattle

He had to sell his saddle

Just to uphold his part of the deal

 

Now, her pa was a bad outlaw

He killed a man in Omaha

Just to prove that he was real

 

He headed down to New Orleans

Got himself a Cajun queen

And got mixed up in Voodoo and Creole

 

Now he’s a long, long, long way from home

 

Contrary Mary was a magic fairy

She flew so much that her wings got weary

She crashed down hard into a field

 

Farmer Freddie found her dead

He buried her in his flower bed

Just to see what she might yield

 

The ceremony was a two-winged pony

There was Phony Joni and all her cronies

The pot was hot and the onions were peeled

 

When it came time to say goodbye

Stop their cries and dry their eyes

The casket closed and it was sealed

 

Now they’re a long, long, long way from home

 

I’ve been out for forty days

I’ve been out for forty nights

Just can’t keep my hand upon the wheel

 

Should have kept it on the plow

That’s so clear to me now

It’s harder to fall when you kneel

 

And I saw things I never saw before

Their shirt and shoes were tattered and torn

And you know one side’s always concealed

 

Keep your mind and mind your keep

The water’s cold if you dig real deep

And the truth shall be revealed

 

And we’re a long, long, long way from home

 

Written by E. Fink

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