Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Ned Kelly lyrics

Eighteen-hundred and eighty-five was the year I remember so well When they drove old Gran to an early grave and sent my mom in jail I don't know what's right or wrong but they hung Christ on nails Six kids at home and two on the breast, why they wouldn't even give her bail Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high I did write a letter and sealed it with my hand Tried to tell about Stringy Bog Creek, I tried to make 'em understand I didn't wanna k** Kennedy or cause his blood to run Well he alone could have saved his life by dropping down his gun Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high I'd rather die like Donahue, that man, he was so brave Than be taken by the government and forced to walk in chains Well I'd rather fight with all my might while I have eyes to see I'd rather die ten thousand times than hang from the gallow's tree Poor Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace of mind A track's a trail and they're hard on your tail Boy, they're gonna hang you high