Twisted Mind Productions
P.O.Box 6134
Greenville, SC 29606

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A number of our townsfolk are musically inclined. Already there are songs being written and sung about the sleepy little town of New Haven... We also have many fine establishments for you to enjoy during your visit!

  •                         The Streets of New Haven

    - To be sung to the tune of "The Streets of Lorado"
    As I walked out on the streets of New Haven,
    As I walked out in New Haven one day,
    I saw a young spacer wrapped up in white linen,
    Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
    "I can see by your outfit that you are a gun hand."
    These words he did say as I slowly passed by.
    "Come an' sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
    'Cause I'm shot in the chest an' I'm goin' to die."
    CHORUS:  Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
                           And sing the death march as they carry me along.
                           Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
                           Roses to deaden the clods as they fall…
    And so out of pity, I sat down beside him,
    For I knew that his story was much like my own,
    And no matter how wicked the life he'd been living,
    There's ne'er a good reason for dyin' alone.
    "There's many a fella I cheated at Tall Card,
    An' many a gunfight I've ended alone,
    But now my time's over and all that means nothin',
    So I'm askin' the favor that you hear my song."
    CHORUS
    "T'was once through the Black I did seek for my pleasure,
    T'was once through the Rim worlds I used to go free.
    An' my skill with my gun was the means of my fortune,
    And the cause of the death that's a'comin' for me.
    "There's plenty o'coin in my pocket for tendin',
    Coin for my coffin and coin for a grave,
    Just see that I'm buried so my soul can quit ramblin',
    An' it may be your own soul that you come to save."
    CHORUS
     
    "Find six pretty women to sing o'er my coffin,
    And six hardy fellas to carry me along,
    Just take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me,
    For I'm just a gun hand and I know I done wrong."
     
    As I walked out on the streets of New Haven,
    As I walked out in New Haven one day,
    I saw a young spacer wrapped up in white linen,
    Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
    Susannah Ravenswing aka mercsgoodgirl

     

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Twisted Mind Productions
P.O.Box 6134
Greenville, SC 29606