When a bullet hit me in the leg and I knew that I was beat.
The copper stopped to handcuff me while Jackie got away,
And I never saw his face again for many and many a day.
Well, boys, I know you’ll guess the rest; they made short work of me.
They sent me up the river to do my little “V.”
But still I did not worry; I thought my girl would stick
And keep the flat a-going while I did my little trick;
I never thought she’d turn me down in 40,000 years;
But when I think of what came off it almost brings the tears.
At last the long years passed away and one bright summer day