LOOK OVER YONDER Look over yonder here comes the blues . . . I can see em comin Wearing a blue armoured coat . . . Youre sittin there with your violins Hittin wrong notes . . . Look over yonder, hes comin my way When hes around, I never have a happy day (you even bust my guitar strings) Look over yonder Well, hes talkin to my baby They found my peace pipe on her Now theyre draggin her away Lord knows we dont need a devil like him beatin us around Well, hes knockin on my door Now my house is tumbling down.