My good friend is a half-breed, a mut all jokes aside He picked a neighbor’s roses and for that they’ll have his hide The got him in a jail cell and that is where he stays And they’ll keep him past tomorrow, which it be his wedding day Friends they will be rounding up the wine And I hope to god I get him out in time Yours truly has no money, so I cannot pay the bail The sheriff won’t believe me that the cheque is in the mail I’m begging for their mercy, to show it if they may And not let a bunch of roses ruin someone’s wedding day Flowers will be lining up the aisle And I hope to god I get him out in time After much persuasion, in the end a nope Time was running short so I got myself a rope Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train And waited for the whistle-blow, which meant my friend’s escape His sweetheart will be putting on her gown And I hope to god I get him out in time And as the train lurched on the line, jus then the sheriff changed his mind and let my friend out with a slap on the wrist With a crash the wall came down and through the dust I see the frown Of the sheriff standing on the other side They got me in a jail cell and that is where I stay But I must go meet my darling when her train comes in today She left me very sorry, many tears I cried She comes back with my promise now that everything is fine Her train enters the station after nine And I hope to god someone gets me out in time And I hope to god someone gets me out in time