Letter To Madeline lyrics

Looked like a hundred guns held on me Hunkered by the shed of Detroit General & Company Calling: Boy come out, we have you jailed Beside the buck-shot door, I stood still Wondering how the hell the bastards found me in those hills And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed Go rest easy, Madeline I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time But don't you shed no tears or be surprised If you get the word that your wild man has up and died Just set me up a stone on that high hillside Now in the pouring snow, sad, but swift I headed down the highway Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave Oh, but I got caught in the cold Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road And feeling like a dead man without a grave Go rest easy, Madeline I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time But don't you shed no tears or be surprised If you get the word that your wild man has up and died Just set me up a stone on that high hillside Oh my, oh my Bloodied-up and chained, my legs pinned down I woke to find my fate in the hands of four men gathered 'round And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid And the more they stomped and moaned, the more I prayed Feeling every spark flying off of that file and their rusted blade Said: Better think it through, this is your last chance, kid Oh, rest easy, Madeline I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time But don't you shed no tears or be surprised If you get the word that your wild man has up and died Just set me up a stone on that high hillside