Bloodhound Blues Songtext
von Reece Sullivan

Put the pot on the range
For this eve I ride
With many torches in flame
By the sheriff′s side

Tell the neighbors I grieve
For their wayward child
Out with the county theives
She traded good for guile

And that I hope she lays low
Till the heat subsides
Else I fear it'll go
Where as adult she′s tried

Some unseemly things
Happened down the way
And now our town will bring
These young delinquents to pay


For they have done much wrong
Yes, they have done much ill
Still the girl went along
We all assume for the thrill

Such a pretty face
One that I've always believed
Such uncommon grace
Perhaps I've been deceived

Now their tracks are traced
With our bloodhound′s nose
And on horses race
While they tire and slow

Will the young boy hang?
Will the girl confess?
Or some deal arrange?
Is anybody′s guess

Such a pretty face
One that I've always believed
Such uncommon grace
Perhaps I′ve been deceived