Lizzie Borden |
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Recorded by The Chad
Mitchell Trio on:: LP: KS3262, KS3334, CD: FE3262CD, 79494, |
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CD: FE1422CD (live), DVD: CMT5150K, 45507-10039, | ||
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Lyrics: Elizabeth Bordon took an axe And gave her Mother forty wacks And when the job was nicely done She gave her Father forty-one Yesterday in old Fall River Mr Andrew Borden died And he got his daughter Lizzie On a charge of homicide Some folks say she didn't do it And others say of course she did But they all agree Miss Lizzie B Was a problem kind of kid 'Cause you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts Not even if it's planned as a surprise (a surprise) No, you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts You know how neighbors love to criticize She got him on the sofa Where he'd gone to take a snooze And I hope he went to heaven 'Cause he wasn't wearing shoes Lizzie kinda rearranged him With a hatchet so they say Then she got her Mother In that same old-fashioned way But you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts Not even if you're tired of her cuisine (her cuisine) No, you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts You know it's almost sure to cause a scene Well, they really kept her hoppin' On that busy afternoon With both down and up-stairs chopping While she hummed a ragtime tune They really made her hustle And when all was said and done She'd removed her Mother's bustle When she wasn't wearing one Oh, you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts And then blame all the damage on the mice (on the mice) No, you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts That kind of thing just isn't very nice Now, it wasn't done for pleasure And it wasn't done for spite And it wasn't done Because the lady wasn't very bright She'd always done the slightest thing That Mom and Papa bid They said, Lizzie, cut it out So that's exactly what she did But you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts And then get dressed and go out for a walk (for a walk) No, you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts Massachusetts is a far cry from New York No, you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts Shut the door and lock and latch it Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet Can't chop your papa up in Massachusetts Such a snob, I've heard it said She met her Pa and cut him dead You can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts Jump like a fish, jump like a porpoise All join hands and habeas corpus Can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts Massachusetts is a far cry from New York |
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