Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band Just like New York City, just like Jericho Pace the halls
Cold iron shackles And ball and chain Listen to the whistle Of the evenin' train You know you Bound to wind up dead If you don't head back To Tennessee
The news is out, all over town That you've been seen out runnin' 'round I know that I should leave her there I just can't go Lord, You win again This
