Ned Kelly-Lee Kernaghan/Adam Harvey

Ned Kelly - Lee Kernaghan/Adam Harvey Written by：Shel Silverstein/Garth Porter They turned him out of pitch worth child in 1871 He put in three long years behind those walls For the stealing of a horse He swore he'd never done But now he sees the sun and turns his back On and on Walks off he cried the magistrate Would carried up the school Walks off he cried the turn keys He clang behind door Walks softly cried his comrades cringing on That present for But the sun is on the middle And the wind is in the gumtree And the beach where jail is Many miles behind you Do you know the prison ship and shackles His father reached this land He stole one pig and for that crime he paid Inside the court and prison cell He died a broken man And he left his wife after a cursing crowd While his children dug his grave Speaks off the crowd in the jailor land Slope upon his plate Speaks off the crowd the turn key As he open up the gate Speaks off the crowd his mother And spend oh so long to wait But the sun is on the middle And the wind is in the gumtree And the beach where jail is Many miles behind you They told him it was over And each song was d*mn well sung They told him why I was straight have to change And it better watch his temper And it better mind his tongue For the next time I really walked inside Those gates he shallowly hang Speak bold he cried his father from the grave In which he lay Speak bold he cried his country There's a trust that has been betrayed Speak bold he cried his country says it dead And it must be prayed But the sun is on the middle And the wind is in the gumtree And the beach where jail is Many miles behind you Oooohhhh Oooohhhh Laaaaaaalalala Lalalaaaalaaaa Lalalaaaaaaaaa Ooohoooohoohoo