Waltzing A Murderer The Second

Waltzing A Murderer The Second

By Dylan Harley

Once a jolly conman set up base beside a river

Under the shade of a coolibah tree,

And he sang as he sat and waited for his next poor victim

“Who’ll come a waltzing The Black Jack with me”

Waltzing a murderer, waltzing a murderer

Walking down the street, throwing bodies in the creek

And he sang as he sat and waited for his next poor victim

“Who’ll come a waltzing The Black Jack with me”

Down came a stoner to smoke beside that little river

Up jumped the conman and flicked out his cards

And he sang as he tricked that stoner out of all his cash

“You came a waltzing The Black jack with me”

Waltzing a murderer, waltzing a murderer

Walking down the street, throwing bodies in the street,

And he sang as he tricked that stoner out of all his cash

“You came a waltzing The Black Jack with me”

Down came the cops and started shoving our poor conman

He pulled out his gun and fired one, two, three

Down went both the coppers, clutching at their killer wounds

“They went a waltzing a murderer with me”

Waltzing a murderer, waltzing a murderer

Walking down the street, throwing bodies in the creek

And he sang as he ran jumped across that little river

“You came a waltzing a murderer with me”

But the river was quite wide and conman couldn’t quite make it

So in his last moments he prayed to god

But was forsaken and he fell down into that little river

Cursing the world as he drowned

Waltzing a murderer, waltzing a murderer

Walking down the street throwing bodies in the creek

And to this day he still haunts Dead Man’s Creek, screaming at the kissing teens

“YOU’LL COME A WALTZING A MURDERER WITH ME!”