Paul McCartney, Wings - 1882 lyrics
[Paul McCartney, Wings - 1882 lyrics]
Your mother is hungry what will you do?
There is bread in the kitchen
Of the big house upstairs
But I warn you, don’t take it from them
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered
You’ll be hung like a hammer
And I warn you, don't do it young man
Your mother is calling
She wants you by the bed
So get ready, young master
Go shake your sleepy head
Darling son, "I am dying
And I leave it to you as I'm leaving
Tell me, what did I do? I am dying
Tell me, what did I do?"
Boys steals the bread, now
Packs it up and heads for the door
Man sees him coming
Says "boy you won't be running no more"
Boy gets arrested
And the case is tested that day
Judge finds him guilty
And the jailer takes him away
Good morning, young master it's 25 to 9
They'll be coming, to get you
In 20 minutes time
You'll be drawn, you'll be quartered
You’ll be hung like hammer
And I warn you, get ready young man, yeah
Say the boy, "I am dying
And I leave it to you as I’m leaving
Tell me, what did I do? As I'm dying
Tell me, what did I do?"