by Eric Clapton and George Terry

Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell.
It could never have been me.

I did not shoot no deputy.

Mr. Grant, the deputy,
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

Don´t blame me.
Don´t blame me.

I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me.
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We´ve got enough for the whole island.

Three years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:

Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

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I swear by God it is a plot;
Davis sent me here to rot.
Listen people, can´t you see
Mr. Davis shot the deputy.

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