Ned Kelly - Manfred Mann's Earth Band

Eighteen-hundred and eighty-five was the year I remember so well

When they drove old Gran to an early grave and sent my mom in jail

I don’t know what’s right or wrong but they hung Christ on nails

Six kids at home and two on the breast, why they wouldn’t even give her bail

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead

You get no peace of mind

A track’s a trail and they’re hard on your tail

Boy, they’re gonna hang you high

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead

You get no peace of mind

A track’s a trail and they’re hard on your tail

Boy, they’re gonna hang you high

I’d rather die like Donahue, that man, he was so brave

Than be taken by the government and forced to walk in chains

Well I’d rather fight with all my might while I have eyes to see

I’d rather die ten thousand times than hang from the gallow’s tree

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead

You get no peace of mind

A track’s a trail and they’re hard on your tail

Boy, they’re gonna hang you high

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead

You get no peace of mind

A track’s a trail and they’re hard on your tail

Boy, they’re gonna hang you high

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead

You get no peace of mind

A track’s a trail and they’re hard on your tail

Boy, they’re gonna hang you high

Poor Ned, you’re better off dead