He always did have a strong back
and a temper as slow as the day is
long
and I
never could figure why he up and
killed all those people like he did

Must have been the poison in the well
or some sickness in the livestock
got him twisted up
like a bed spring
and wound up tighter than an
eight day clock

but I’ll tell you, sick or
salve or whathaveyou,
I have never seen yet or since
blood on all the walls like that.
Why,
it’s darn near like he
painted them

and I guess it just goes to show
that folk ought not fool
with other folk’s lives like that.
They’re liable to get all
kinds
of mussed up,

I’d reckon