Poor Lazarus (The Minnesota Tapes)

Oh, the high sheriff told the deputy
Go and get me Lazarus
Dead or alive, dead or alive

Oh, the deputy and he wondered
Where would I find him
I don't know, good God, I just don't know

Well, he found poor Lazarus
In between two mountains
Blowed him down, good God, they blowed him down

Oh, they killed poor Lazarus
With a mighty number
Number 45

Oh, Lazarus they took his body
To the commisary office
Walked away, great God, they walked away

Oh, Lazarus, Lazarus's father
When he heard his son was a-dying
He said let the fool go down, let thе fool go down

And Lazarus, Lazarus's little sister
She could not comе to the funeral
Didn't have no shoes, Lord, on her feet

And Lazarus, Lazarus's old mother
Walking down the road
Crying "my only son, he killed my only son"

Oh, captain, as you hear the news
Your old men are gonna leave you
Next pay day, oh Lord, next pay day

Oh, the high sheriff told the deputy
Go and get me Lazarus
Dead or alive, dead or alive