Bloody Hands - The Jayhawks

Was a girl,

Such a pretty girl

Hunched over an old man

She wore a smile,

Such a crooked smile

She had bloodstains on her hands

She had bloodstains on her hands

Not so long

Not so far away

A women and her man

Took a walk,

Just a sunday walk

On the outskirts of town

And he knocked that women down

What the mind forgets the soul retains

All my loves in vain

Was a man,

Such a twisted man

He had something on his mind

She bore a child,

An unwanted child

So he swung her round and round

And the river took her down

Golden curls,

Like her mother’s own

The spirit of the man

All the while

Grew a single mind

To avenge her mother’s soul

To avenge her mother’s soul

All my loves in vain