She was born to ramble. Daddy wouldn’t let her go.
So she shot her daddy down with his Colt .44.
Hey hey hey, it’s Chelsea Jones.
She met a man in Bristol. His name was Joseph Klein.
“Hey hey hey, don’t you think you should be mine?”
“No no no, I’m Chelsea Jones.”
He said, “You’re coming with me. We’ll be married in the South.”
She firmly placed her .44 right in that bad man’s mouth.
Hey hey hey, it’s Chelsea Jones.
She hopped aboard a freight train bound for Mexico.
The poor girl would have made it but she stopped in El Paso.
Hey hey hey it’s Chelsea Jones.
Waiting at the station was an officer of the law.
He said, “Ain’t you the prettiest thing that any man ever saw.”
Hey hey hey, it’s Chelsea Jones.
He said, “You killed my brother. His name was Joseph Klein.
“But if you’ll only be my wife you won’t do any time.”
Hey hey hey, it’s Chelsea Jones.
She said, “I’ll be your wife, sir. I’ll be your blushin’ bride.
“The day that pigs grow angels wings and the great salt sea runs dry.”
Hey hey hey, it’s Chelsea Jones.
The very next day they hung her. It was the last day of the year.
The very last words that poor girl said were not meant for our ears.
Hey hey hey, it’s Chelsea Jones.