Bob Dylan - Jim Jones Lyrics
1. come and listen for a moment, lads,And hear me tell my tale.How across the sea from englandI was condemned to sail.Now the jury found me guilty,Then says the judge, says he,Oh, for life, jim jones, Im sending youAcross the stormy sea.But take a tip before you shipTo join the iron gang.Dont get too gay in botany bay,Or else youll surely hang.Or else youll surely hang, says he.And after that, jim jones,Its high above on the gallows treeThe crows will pick your bones.2. and our ship was high upon the seaThen pirates came along,But the soldiers on our convict shipWere full five hundred strong.For they opened fire and somehow droveThat pirate ship away.But Id rather have joined that pirate shipTan gone to botany bay.With the storms ragin round us,And the winds a-blowin gale,Id rather have drowned in miseryThan gone to new south wales.3. now its day and night and the irons clang,And like poor galley slavesWe toil and toil, and when we dieMust fill dishonored graves,And its by and by Ill slip my chains,Well, into the bush Ill goAnd Ill join the bravest rankers there,Jack donohue and co.And some dark night, when everythingIs silent in the townIll shoot those tyrants one and all,Ill gun the flogger down.Oh, Ill give the land a little shock,Remember what I say,And theyll yet regret theyve sent jim jonesIn chains to botany bay.
