Phil Ochs - The Ballad Of Alferd Packer Lyrics
In the state of coloradoIn the year of seventy-fourThey crossed the san juan mountainsGrowing hungry to the core.Their guide was alferd packerAnd they trusted him too long:For his character was weakAnd his appetite was strong.They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief;It just doesnt pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef.Along the gunnison riverAn indian camp they spied.An indian chief approached them,To stop them he did try.He warned them of the dangerIn the snow that lay around,But the danger was in packer,For his hunger knew now bound.They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief;It just doesnt pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef.Two cold months went slowly by;Packer came back alone.My comrades they all froze to death,Im starving, he did moan.The indian chief knew how he lied,He spat upon the ground,For packers belly hung out all over his belt:Hed gained some thirty pounds.They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief;It just doesnt pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef.Well for nine long years he ran awayBut finally he was tried.He claimed he didnt kill them,He only ate their hide.That county had six dem-o-cratsUntil that man arrived.Well only one lives on today:He ate the other five.They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief;It just doesnt pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef.Eighteen years he stayed in jail,It was a dreadful fate,For he suffered indigestionEvery time he ate.Still, its hard to blame this hungry guyWho went searchin for the mines,For when he ate his friendsHed never heard of duncan hines.