The Ballad Of Alfred Packer

In the state of colorado In the year of seventy-four They crossed the san juan mountains Growing hungry to the core Their guide was alferd packer And they trusted him too long: For his character was weak And his appetite was strong They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief; It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef Along the gunnison river An indian camp they spied An indian chief approached them To stop them he did try He warned them of the danger In the snow that lay around But the danger was in packer For his hunger knew now bound They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief; It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef Two cold months went slowly by; Packer came back alone "my comrades they all froze to death I'm starving," he did moan The indian chief knew how he lied He spat upon the ground For packer's belly hung out all over his belt: He'd gained some thirty pounds They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief; It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef Well for nine long years he ran away But finally he was tried He claimed he didn't kill them He only ate their hide That county had six dem-o-crats Until that man arrived Well only one lives on today: He ate the other five They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief; It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef Eighteen years he stayed in jail It was a dreadful fate For he suffered indigestion Every time he ate Still, it's hard to blame this hungry guy Who went searchin' for the mines For when he ate his friends He'd never heard of duncan hines