Late July - Shakey Graves

Oh yeah, gold digger took my money

Dipped my heart and hands in honey

Oh, snake lady stole my savings

Told gold digger she was having my babies

Well, gold digger swung, snake lady fell

Yeah, took gold digger up to Chapel Hill

I married her fast;

murdered her young

Took my money back and made my run

Well, bus driver, all in red

Go pull this bus over and end up dead

Go drive this bus down to Mexico

Park it on the cliff where that good grass grows

Until a chopper came along one sunny day

To burn my crops, lock me away

Girl, I’m eager, young, and qualified

Got a date with that chair, oh, in late July

Oh yeah so, my momma, old and grey

Sittin' at her home, just a-weepin' away

Her only boy, washed down the drain

Gonna take her son and lock him away

Well, momma should be proud of me

I lived like a man, oh, I’ll die like a king

Cause I’m eager, young, and qualified

Got a date with that chair, oh in late July

My pappy old and fat

Chewin' his cigars with his hair slicked back

Roll him over, beat him black

Say it’s from that boy he never had

Well, papa should be in my place

To fry like bacon, hang like lace

Cause I’m eager, young, and starry-eyed

Got a date with that chair, oh in late July

Oh yeah so, big Betty, my old squeeze

Kissed you so good you go weak in the knees

Come to see your old man pop

I wanna have you there when my big heart stops

Don’t you worry, don’t you fret

I won’t die with no regrets

Oh, the big leagues call and I reply

«I got a date with that chair, oh, in late July»