Mint Jelly

They called him Mint Jelly Cause he was on the lam No they never done caught him No matter how fast they ran He was a high plain dealer He was the low plain crown Oh y'all best believe it Or don't you come on down Way down low In the swampy moonshine Mint Jelly be waiting for ya In the house, in the house of lies Well he stole his whole life From his twin brother jack And from the day he was born He never gave nothing back Oh he'll work his hoodoo Saying "how do you do" Oh he's gonna choose you Gonna get through to you Way down low In the swampy moonshine Mint Jelly be waiting for ya In the house, in the house of lies Well he rode with Bill Bonnie and Pretty Boy Floyd Did his time with the James Gang and gunned down Tommy Boyd In Mexico City he was buried alive Bought himself a Lazarus with the silver dollars from his eyes He's gonna choose you