Lyrics
I’ve got an old motel and a room for rent
But I’m losing time since I’ve been playing dead
And well that Mocking Bird, well she won’t sing
Lest you buy her a diamond ring
No, No she won’t
Well no, no she won’t
Well I lost my footing then I lost my way
Old' Jim Jones, there’s nothing he can say
He killed the children then filled the land
Sad to say and understand
Well that drop top Lincoln is filled with Red
Left by a dying President
They shot him down they shot the man
Shot him down in Dallas land
Well that drop top Lincoln is filled with Red
Left by a dying President