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reverend glasseye - penitentiary highball lyrics

polly, pretty polly
won’t you stay the night with me
we’ll climb upon the highway and we’ll climb the old birch tree
i’ve never met no one sweeter, more persistent or more fair
polly jumped and flipped a dime, with those beads in her hair

the caravan was empty and saint peter wasn’t there
polly jumped and flipped a dime
those beads ran through her hair
and came the holy roller and he stabbed her with his spade
forty miles from plymouth town
that’s where pretty polly laid

oh come ye velvet beggars
with cannon, dill and grain
penitentiary highball that
[?] along the spine
no they didn’t get no older
and they didn’t seem to mind
polly and her baby there
lying side by side

and he never saw the baby, though he fumbled with his mitt
although he was so heavy, always had a place to sit
up jumped the preacher’s daughter and they slowly swept the [?]
one more chance of freedom and then slowly up the hill
oh these velvet beggars grabbed her
and they piled her in their ford
drove her off to plymouth town
in the fashion of the lord
oh, the road was unholy and they wanted to go home
couldn’t make the highway out
from this road was made of bone

and he never saw the baby, when he fumbled with the noose
although he was so heavy, always had a place to choose
alone by the roadside was a private county fair
one more chance at freedom and pretty polly wasn’t there

polly, pretty polly
won’t you stay the night with me
we’ll climb upon the highway and we’ll climb the old birch tree
well i never met no one sweeter, more persistent, or more fair
polly jumped and flipped a dime, with those beads in her hair

- reverend glasseye lyrics

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