On a high chair,
told the deputy,
go
ahead and get me Lazarus,
dead or alive,
dead or alive.
And he wondered
where in the world to find him.
I don't know.
Great God, I just don't know.
Well,
he found
poor Lazarus
in between two mountains,
blowed him down.
Great God, they blowed him down.
Oh, they killed
poor Lazarus
with a mighty number,
number 45.
Oh, Lazarus,
they took his body
to the commissary office,
walked away.
Great God, they walked away.
Oh, Lazarus, Lazarus' father,
when he heard his son was dying,
said,
let the fool go down.
Let the fool go down.
And Lazarus'
little sister,
she could not come to the funeral,
didn't have no shoes.
Lord on her feet.
And Lazarus,
Lazarus' old mother,
walking down the road,
crying, my only son.
You killed my only son.
Captain,
did you hear the news?
Your men are going to leave you
next payday.
All on next payday.
I'm in a high shift,
told the deputy,
go ahead and get me Lazarus,
dead or alive,
dead or alive.