Jasper was found when he had glass eyes.
He crucified me with his pistol called a lies.
His hair was black, he had a band in his back.
He turned my cousin Annie to the railroad tracks.
The train did come, he started to run.
Jasper said, Busey, that's his kind of fun.
Jasper was born with a mud-dressed mouth.
A mark which he saw from the front and behind.
He saw the new face of a friend of my girl.
He caught out her eyes and he watered me first.
I got the hair for the blues, wear my shoes.
Told you I met a lover while I'm crying the news.
Because of Jasper,
see the Busey,
that's his kind of blues.
My life.
Jasper dressed in a dark and cheap clothes.
He wears a scarlet pantaloons and five foot water toes.
His face is like a gargoyle,
his eyes like the nightingale's.
He's got a grim face,
soft and so looking for a fight.
He's got a silhouette,
looks like a divergent rap.
So if you see him, call my mama.
You better run.
Because of Jasper,
see the Busey,
that's his kind of fun.