CHORUS:
Relief party came in and they caught me red-handed
Eating the dead body next door
Picture this, I had made a fire
People were asking for more
ENDING 1:
How could I forget that
People for me would seek
What else could I do when I hadn't
Eaten in two weeks
All the stuff that happened on the trip of which you're talkin'
Twenty-five hundred miles of non-stop power walkin'
From Illinois to California, some were balkin'
But maybe Lanceford Hastings deserved a clockin'
Started out in April 1846
California would probably be all of our kicks
But we didn't know about a needed nix
The "Emigrant's Guide," it needed a fix
BRIDGE 1:
Lanceford, why did you do this? (It wasn't me)
Something's really amiss (It wasn't me)
You left us hangin' at Echo Canyon (It wasn't me)
After you wrote that you'd lead us (It wasn't me)
It really hurt our shoulders (It wasn't me)
Going over those boulders (It wasn't me)
After clearing our own way (It wasn't me)
We were one month over
(REPEAT CHORUS)
ENDING 2:
It sickened me so
To have to eat my little lady
Though I must admit that she ended
Up being really tasty
We left the desert, partially writhin'
After five, not two, days of hard drivin'
And when two wagons were accidentally tyin'
James Reed committed murder, so him we were byein'
Reached the Sierra Nevada on October 7
Help came on the 19th, we thought we were in heaven
But we were one day too late after five-day campin'
'Cause the snow covered the pass that we were given
BRIDGE 2:
We had a roasted heart (It was meat)
Mixed it up with some bark (It was meat)
I fancied up myself a drumstick (It was meat)
It mighta been a little tart (It was meat)
Had a filet of shoulder (It was meat)
On the fire it would smolder (It was meat)
Couldn't help it in the winter (It was meat)
When it started gettin' colder
Gonna tell God that I'm sorry for the limbs that they lost
But their deaths made others live, so justified was the cost
Gonna tell God that I'm sorry for the limbs that they lost
Maybe in Sacramento later, of a restaurant I'll be boss
(REPEAT CHORUS, ENDING 1, AND BRIDGE 2)
(REPEAT CHORUS AND ENDING 1)
("INSTRUMENTAL" BREAK)
Relief party came in and they caught me red-handed
Eating the dead body next door
Picture this, I had made a fire
People were asking for more
ENDING 1:
How could I forget that
People for me would seek
What else could I do when I hadn't
Eaten in two weeks
All the stuff that happened on the trip of which you're talkin'
Twenty-five hundred miles of non-stop power walkin'
From Illinois to California, some were balkin'
But maybe Lanceford Hastings deserved a clockin'
Started out in April 1846
California would probably be all of our kicks
But we didn't know about a needed nix
The "Emigrant's Guide," it needed a fix
BRIDGE 1:
Lanceford, why did you do this? (It wasn't me)
Something's really amiss (It wasn't me)
You left us hangin' at Echo Canyon (It wasn't me)
After you wrote that you'd lead us (It wasn't me)
It really hurt our shoulders (It wasn't me)
Going over those boulders (It wasn't me)
After clearing our own way (It wasn't me)
We were one month over
(REPEAT CHORUS)
ENDING 2:
It sickened me so
To have to eat my little lady
Though I must admit that she ended
Up being really tasty
We left the desert, partially writhin'
After five, not two, days of hard drivin'
And when two wagons were accidentally tyin'
James Reed committed murder, so him we were byein'
Reached the Sierra Nevada on October 7
Help came on the 19th, we thought we were in heaven
But we were one day too late after five-day campin'
'Cause the snow covered the pass that we were given
BRIDGE 2:
We had a roasted heart (It was meat)
Mixed it up with some bark (It was meat)
I fancied up myself a drumstick (It was meat)
It mighta been a little tart (It was meat)
Had a filet of shoulder (It was meat)
On the fire it would smolder (It was meat)
Couldn't help it in the winter (It was meat)
When it started gettin' colder
Gonna tell God that I'm sorry for the limbs that they lost
But their deaths made others live, so justified was the cost
Gonna tell God that I'm sorry for the limbs that they lost
Maybe in Sacramento later, of a restaurant I'll be boss
(REPEAT CHORUS, ENDING 1, AND BRIDGE 2)
(REPEAT CHORUS AND ENDING 1)
("INSTRUMENTAL" BREAK)