John Finn`s Wife Lyrics

John Finn`s Wife lyrics

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 John Finn's Wife

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 Well the night was deep and the night was dark

 And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town

 Some big ceremony was going down

 Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,

 Came apart and then writhed again

 Like squirming flies on a pin

 In the heat and in the din

 Yes, in the heat and in the din

 I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn

 

 

 Well, midnite came and clock did strike

 And in she came, did John Finn's wife

 With legs like scissors and butcher's knives

 A tattooed breast and flaming eyes

 And a crimson carnation in her teeth

 Carving her way through the dance floor

 And I'm standing over by the bandstand

 Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife

 Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife

 

 

 Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery

 In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty

 I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife

 Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife

 She got perfumed breasts and raven hair

 Sprinkled with wedding confettis

 And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares

 Armed, as they were, with machetes

 And the night through the window was full of lights

 Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife

 Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife

 

 

 Next came the cops, all out on the town

 But it don't look like no trouble there

 As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits

 And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife

 And they seemed to yawn awake, her things

 It was a warm and very ferocious night

 The moon full of blood and light

 And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight

 As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife

 

 

 Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit

 With his quick black eyes and black cheroot

 With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot

 And his fists full of pistols in his pockets

 Aiming at me and aiming at his wife

 The band fall silent fearing for their lives

 And with fear in my guts like tangled twine

 Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife

 And mad John Finns' wife is all

 And the three of us walk out of the hall

 

 

 Now the night bore down upon us all

 You could hear the crickets in the thickets call

 And guns did flare and guns did bawl

 And I planted my bolo knife in the neck

 Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life

 Now I'm over near the bandstand

 Every hand moving on John Finns' wife

 Every hand moving on John Finns' wife

 

 

 And John Finns' wife

 Took all the flowers down

 From her hair

 And threw them on the ground

 And the flies did hum

 And the flies did buzz around

 Poor John Finn

 Lying dead upon the ground

 Lying dead upon the ground