Hi, Greg - Somebody at the Mudcat Cafe requested this song. Gene
Graham e-mailed me an MP3, and I transcribed it. -Joe Offer,
Sacramento, California- Ê DON'T PAY THE RANSOM, HONEY
(Songwriter: Dalton Roberts)
Last night I stopped off for a beer on my way home
And I saw this broken-hearted sweet thing, cryin' all alone
My tender heart was deeply touched at the sight of a woman's tears
So I said, "Hi, there," and pulled up a chair
And I ordered us a couple of beers.
We must have dropped a gallon of brew,
When I looked at my watch, it was half past two
And I suddenly realized I hadn't even called my wife
And knowin' what would happen to me when I got home
I nearly broke my neck gettin' to a phone
And here's what I told her in an effort to save my life.
CHORUS
Don't pay the ransom, honey, I've escaped
Considerin' what I've been through, I'm in good shape
Well, my wrists and ankles are a little sore from the tape,
Don't pay the ransom, honey, I've escaped
Now, if you get tied up somewhere tonight on your way home
In a poker game or with a good-lookin' dame, and it slips your mind to phone
Don't blow your cool like a crazy fool and tell your woman where you've been
Your situation requires imagination, and I've got a suggestion, my friend.
Tell her &.
CHORUS
