Darling West A Poor Aim song lyrics

My name is Joy, and I'm in hell

That's what they call my prison cell

For I have killed a man, who came to take my land

Papers from the bank was in his hand

He found me in my patch of field

Flushing crows to make them yield

In a moment of despair, I fired in the air

As I saw him fall, I shed no tear

Whatever goes up, must come down

And it might hit you to the ground

If it goes up, it will come down

And it might turn your life around

When all is said and all is done

Mine was the hand that held the gun

So I will take the blame, for my lousy aim

At least my land no longer he can claim