Teksty: The Wind Whistles. Ballad Of A Jailbreak Wedding.

My good friend is a half-breed, a mut all jokes aside
He picked a neighbor?s roses and for that they?ll have his hide
The got him in a jail cell and that is where he stays
And they?ll keep him past tomorrow, which it be his wedding day

Friends they will be rounding up the wine
And I hope to god I get him out in time

Yours truly has no money, so I cannot pay the bail
The sheriff won?t believe me that the cheque is in the mail
I?m begging for their mercy, to show it if they may
And not let a bunch of roses ruin someone?s wedding day

Flowers will be lining up the aisle
And I hope to god I get him out in time

After much persuasion, in the end a nope
Time was running short so I got myself a rope
Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train
And waited for the whistle-blow, which meant my friend?s escape

His sweetheart will be putting on her gown
And I hope to god I get him out in time

And as the train lurched on the line, jus then the sheriff
changed his mind and let my friend out with a slap on the wrist
With a crash the wall came down and through the dust I see the frown
Of the sheriff standing on the other side

They got me in a jail cell and that is where I stay
But I must go meet my darling when her train comes in today
She left me very sorry, many tears I cried
She comes back with my promise now that everything is fine

Her train enters the station after nine
And I hope to god someone gets me out in time
And I hope to god someone gets me out in time

(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)