Ballad Of Robin Winter Smith - Nanci Griffith

Mamma’s in the kitchen rattlin’pans and the baby cries,

on the TV news, somebody died

He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin’daredevil show,

in Merry England, oh, … twenty seven years old

He was tryin’to break the record,

for jumpin’over cars, he was the champ

He fell a little bit short … oh, hit the ramp

This is the story, sad and it’s gory of Robin Winter-Smith

He was a very brave man if you get my drift

'Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith … I guess he did his best

I make a livin’a-playin'these songs and I hang out in bars

I play my guitar … oh, but honey, I don’t jump over cars

Mamma’s in the kitchen rattlin’pans and the baby cries,

on the TV news … somebody died

He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin’daredevil show,

in Merry England, oh, … twenty seven years old