Look Over Yonder

Look over yonder here comes the blues . . . I can see 'em comin' Wearing a blue armoured coat . . . You're sittin' there with your violins Hittin' wrong notes . . . Look over yonder, he's comin' my way When he's around, I never have a happy day (you even bust my guitar strings) Look over yonder Well, he's talkin' to my baby They found my peace pipe on her Now they're draggin' her away Lord knows we don't need a devil like him beatin' us around Well, he's knockin' on my door Now my house is tumbling down.