The Ballad Of Ideal Lee Lyrics

Just call me Lee, I'm king of the hay

I built my life, digging clay

The people in town, all know my name

They say that I'm fair, that I'm nobody's clown

I married my sweetheart, on a warm sunny day

The future looked bright, as we rolled in the hay

I borrowed some money, from the banker man

Bought me some cattle, and I tilled the land

Just call me Lee, I'm king of the hay

You know where to find me, out digging clay

I fought for my life, and all I hold true

Turned out I bit off, more than I can chew

The WTO said, "Your trade isn't fair"

The markets opened up to folks from, everywhere

My livestock became worthless, so I had to sell

My wife became ill, and into darkness she fell

It pays to be rich, then you can call the shots

It pays to be rich, then you can call the shots

Now I'm a poor man, despair has taken hold

My house is empty, my heart has grown col

I saw a way out, of the trouble I'm in

I took up a knife, to do myself in

Just call me Lee, I'm king of the hay

You know where to find me, buried in clay

I gave my life in protest to the way things are run

Now I'm with my sweetheart, under a mourning sun

It pays to be rich, then you can call the shots

It pays to be rich, then you can call the shots