Poor Lazarus - Bob Dylan
Oh, the new sheriff sent a letter
"Go out an' get me Lazarus
Dead or alive
Dead or alive.
Dead or alive
Oh, the high sheriff, then he wondered
Where should I find him?
I don't know
Great God, I just don't know
Well, they found poor Lazarus
Between two mountains
An' they blowed him down
An they blowed him down
Oh, they killed poor Lazarus
With a mighty number
Number 45
An' took they poor Lazarus
To the commissary office
An' they walked away
An' they walked away
Oh Lazarus', Lazarus' father
When he heard his son was a-dyin'
Said, "Let the fool go down
Let the fool go down."
Oh Lazarus', Lazarus' his little sister
She come to the funeral
Lord, didn't have no shoes
Didn't have no shoes
An Lazarus', Lazarus' his poor mother
Come a-walkin' down the road
Cryin', "My only son
My only son."
O"Oh Captain, have you heard the news
Your old men are gonna leave you
Next payday
On next payday."
Oh, the high sheriff told the deputy:
"Go out an' get me Lazarus
Dead or alive
Dead or alive."
