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Ronald Ryan was the poor bastrard son Of a drunken miner who died of black lung That was their depression years, he was born in twenty-five, Mother turning tricks just to keep the kids alive. Thats a good start, for a life of crime He was no gangster, strictly small time Got a thirteen year stretch, he'd do five for sure, on Friday the thriteenth, November sixty-four If there's a hard way to live, if there's an easy way to die, if he leadeth me, the quiet waters by, don't ask me for my tears, or for whom the bells toll, he can save my neck, can he save my soul? Ronald was a scheemer, rising for a fall With Peter Walker went over that wall One county warder lay dead as he fell Who pulled the trigger? You probably can't tell Three week after the boys had flown the coop, Tipped off in Sydney, the cops made their swoop, In the dock he stood there, sentence was read, Songtexte"Guilty of murder, hand until dead." If there's a hard way to live, if there's an easy way to die, if he leadeth me, the quiet waters by, don't ask me for my tears, or for whom the bells toll, he can save my neck, can he save my soul? (interlude) The Judge and jury never thought that he would swing, But the men in power had votes to win "Give me law and order!" the cry of the day Ronald Ryan was the bastard who'd pay While there's a gathering at the Coleburg Hotel, Ronald takes communion inside his cell One nip of wiskey before he goes candles and protests out on Sydney row They fit the shackles, then they fit the cap They hit the lever, you plummet through the trap The hangman's tables, its all worked out pray that the rope is strong, and the beam is stout. If there's a hard way to live, if there's an easy way to die, if he leadeth me, the quiet waters by, don't ask me for my tears, or for whom the bells toll, he can save my neck, can he save my soul? Ronald Ryan was the poor bastard son Who squeezed the trigger, and pointed the gun Someone signed orders, we know these men, Ronald Ryan's not the only killer then If there's a hard way to live, if there's an easy way to die, if he leadeth me, the quiet waters by, don't ask me for my tears, or for whom the bells toll, he can save my neck, can he save my soul? If there's a hard way to live, if there's an easy way to die, if he leadeth me, the quiet waters by, don't ask me for my tears, or for whom the bells toll, he can save my neck, can he save my soul? Aus Songtexte Mania