The Ballad Of Pretty Mae

The wind is high, you can hear it cry

All the way to the cold, cold moon

And I hurt inside, in my heart tonight

I feel like cryin' too

Eleven months and a day

Was all the judge had to say

They took young Dan and locked him away

Yeah, weed was his crime

And young Dan did his time

Thinkin' 'bout his pretty girl Mae

When they gave back his clothes

And put him out on the road

Pretty Mae was waitin' in her car

There's all kinds of free

But the best had to be

That first night back in Pretty Mae's arms

Well, they shacked up in a trailer backed up

To the sandbar and Weeping Willow Creek

The creek ran low, the summer passed slow

There's never been a love so deep

Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo

Hey hey hey hey lo

Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo

Hey hey hey hey lo

Now Deputy Ray

He had it bad for Pretty Mae

Couldn't stand to see her with that ex-con

Half a bottle of Scotch

Cradled in his crotch

He headed out there with his blue lights on

Thirty-aught-six

Thinkin' that would do the trick

He run the bastard off down the road

Ray'd have his way

Get it on with Pretty Mae

But first that ex-con had to go

Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo

Hey hey hey hey lo

Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo

Hey hey hey hey lo

Well Dan said, "Ray,

What brings you out this way?

Pretty Mae is just fixin' up some grub"

But Ray was on a tear

And Pretty Mae could hear him swear

Just kept shoutin', and wavin' that gun

No time to think

Underneath the sink

Pretty Mae had kept a pistol of her own

Yeah, shots were fired

Broken glass, a blown tire

But only the willow would know

They found a cruiser car

An empty trailer by the sandbar

And not another clue left behind

Yeah Deputy Ray

Young Dan and Pretty Mae

Somebody left, somebody most likely died

Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo

Hey hey hey hey lo

Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo

Hey hey hey hey lo

The wind is high, you can hear it cry

All the way to the cold cold moon