Nhạc sĩ: Bob Dylan | Lời: Bob Dylan
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Oh, Riley stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down in the jailhouse ground
With an iron chain around his neck
When Riley's daughter got a message
That her father was going to hang
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her hand
When
the judge saw Riley's daughter His old eyes deepened in his head
Saying, gold will never free a father
The price, my dear, is you instead
Oh,
I'm as good as dead,
cried Riley It's only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl If he touches you at all
Get on your horse and ride away Oh,
father,
you will surely die
If I don't take the chance to try And pay the price
Then I'll take your advice For that reason I will have to stay
The gallows shadows shook the evening
In the night a hound dog bathed
In the night the grounds was groaning
In the night the price was paid
The next morning she had awoken To
find that the judge had never spoken
She saw that hanging branch abandoned
She saw her father's body broken
These be seven curses on a judge so
cruel That one doctor cannot save him
That two healers cannot heal him
And that three eyes cannot see him
That four ears cannot hear him
That five walls cannot hide him
That six diggers cannot buy him
And that seven deaths she'll never kill him