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They buried Poor Ida this evening

Poor Ida, she's gone

Its too late to bring Poor Ida back

cause the devilish deed's been done

Poor Ida was a cursed soul

this much I can recall

A good time for this woman

was to see a good man fall

Poor Ida married early

Poor Ida married young

She couldn't stand her upright man

So Poor Ida pulled out her gun

She buried him in the backyard

She grew a garden over him

And Poor Ida went out every day

to keep the garden trim

Poor Ida had a daughter

and Poor Ida had a son

But she couldn't bare, to treat them fair

so her son, too, fell by her gun

When I met Poor Ida,

she was 42 years old

I could see the evil in her eyes

and the darkness in her soul

So I left Poor Ida

left her laying on the floor

Swore I'd never give my love

To Poor Ida anymore

So they buried Poor Ida this evening

But hopeful I can't be

Because tonight could be the fateful night

Poor Ida comes for me