Sixteen Years (Mean, Mean Evangeline)


Mean, mean Evangeline,
Shot the sheriff at sixteen.
Hopped a train car for the east,
Couldn't wait to see the priest.

Bless me Lord, I cannot lie,
Yesterday, I shot a guy.
Shot him once, then shot him twice.
Now I gotta pay the price.

Chorus
Sixteen years will hang in time,
Sixteen years of petty crime.
So help me God lest I forget.
My last will and testament.

The train stopped over in Cheyenne,
And so the statewide hunt began.
Evangeline, you better run,
Faster, or you'll get the gun.

She hid amid the city's plight,
Of lesser folks that owned the night.
And it was rumored there she thrived,
A wanted woman dead or alive.

Chorus
Sixteen years will hang in time,
Sixteen years of petty crime.
So help me God lest I forget.
My last will and testament.

Some time passed, and the trail went cold.
Evangeline grew gray and old.
Sixteen years came and went,
A lifetime lived in malcontent.

Chorus
Sixteen years will hang in time,
Sixteen years of petty crime.
So help me God lest I forget.
My last will and testament.


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