Liza

Oh Liza, oh Liza, it’s time
To make our run in the night
Across the lower 40 and through the break in the pines
Oh Liza, oh Liza, it’s time
I met you in the Spring one cold, crazy day
Snow falling with bright sunshine
I never understood the first words that you said
Something about the blue in your mind
You told your father I was an evil man
And he cornered me at the feed store in town
He said, «dont you go near Liza boy or I’ll put you in the ground»
All I could do was crack a smile
Oh Liza, oh Liza, it’s time
To make our run in the night
Across the lower 40 and through the break in the pines
Oh Liza, oh Liza, it’s time
I dreamed we danced a waltz up to the timberline
And tiptoed along the power wires
And your brown hair was trailing us a half a mile behind
Dear Liza, I dreamed you were mine
You told your brother I was an evil man
And he came at me with a machete in his hand
But he never saw my pistol Lord and when he hit the ground
His eyes were shiny, silver and wild
Oh Liza, Oh Liza, you’re mine
I wouldn’t try to struggle or fight
Across the swollen river and to the old abandoned mine
Oh Liza, Oh Liza you’re mine
Oh Liza, Oh Liza you’re mine
Oh Liza, Oh Liza it’s time
Oh Liza, Oh Liza you’re mine