Viola - Graham Lindsey

Viola Viola violets turn brown

Who was the poor outlaw that has dragged you down

He held you and dealt you and then he was gone

Viola Viola you were done wrong

Viola Viola violins won’t sing

Your paintings are fading in stacks on the street

The tones and the colors are puddles at my feet

But lady sad lady who sleeps with the hounds

Viola Viola you will be done wrong

Viola I know the passed year has been hard

I’ve sung at your temples I’ve slept in your bars

I’ve seen the Jack dance with the Queen in your cards

I gave you my hand and you dropped to the ground

Viola Viola I did nothing wrong

Viola Viola please don’t make a sound

For that poor outlaw is back in your town

He walks with a swagger and whistls this song

Viola Viola it was me all along