Jim Jones at Botany Bay (feat. Kurt Russell)

Listen for a moment lads and hear me tell my tale

How o'er the sea from England's shore, I was condemned to sail

The jury found the guilty sir and said the judge said he

For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you across the stormy sea

And take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang

Don't be too gay at Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang

Or else you'll surely hang says he and after that Jim Jones

High up, high up upon

High up upon the gallows tree, the cloak will pick your bones

Have no chance of mischief there, remember what I say

They'll flog the poaching out of you, out there at Botany Bay

The waves were high upon the sea, the wind approaching gales

I'd rather drowned in misery than come to New South Wales

The winds were blew high upon the sea when the pirates came along

But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong

They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away

I'd rather join that pirate ship than come to Botany Bay

And one dark night when everything is quiet in the town

I'll kill you bastards one and oh, I'll gun the floggers down

I'll give them all a little shock, remember what I say

They'll yet regret  they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay

For day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves

We toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored graves

But by and by, I'll break my chains, into the bush I'll go

And you'll be dead behind me, John, when I get to Mexico