Ballad Of Robin Winter Smith Lyrics - Ghost In The Music - 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