Murdering Stone by Walkabouts
Man came down from the field
A lonely horseman
Headin' back to the stable
Said he was sorry
But his cain was not able
To save us all from ourselves
Man sees the blood on every door
And hears the laughter
In the good people's hearts
Their pocket's empty
And their coats ripped apart
And the man makes a promise to the town
I wanna give you my murdering stone
Give you my murdering stone
Happy-go-lucky's back in town
Happy-go-lucky's says he's fit to be tied
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