Poor Davey

There's a house on the hill, with a bad disease
Ghosts and dead roots of old family trees                                                                                  
Years have gone by since the Browning three, but they never purged the devil away
never purged the devil away

Something in his eye that day made ma
Call up the preacher and call up the law                                                                           
Davey shot one, and ran clean off, nowhere could the boy be found
And all of the housewives all gathered round

Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it, tell me why you done it
Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it
What good is a running gonna do

They say the good son is cursed, like a chosen one
But they say other things, like what daddy done
Who's the big man, now that I've got your gun, oh tell me do you love me now

Called in the choppers, called in the fed
Soon enough they'll find him running, or they'll find him dead
Lock down the children, send out a code red, there's a wild boy on the loose in this town
And all of the housewives gathered round 

Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it, tell me why you done it
Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it
What good is a running gonna do

Out from the shadows did Davey come in
Fired at another, took his wheels from him
Sped out up to Fallston town, riding on the rims, til he bailed out in them poplar woods, oh they found him in them poplar woods

Well the fruit of the branches don't fall too far
They bruise on the skin, or leave a deeper scar
Did the old man or the ghosts play a part, in what poor Davey had done, in what poor Davey had done

Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it, tell me why you done it
Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it
What good is a running gonna do"