Text: Rasputina. Frustration Plantation. Wicked Dickie.

If you mourn for Dickie, i'll tell you right now,
He was an old man and he had but one cow.
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow.
Oh, oh, wicked,
Wicked Dickie done died.
Oh, oh, Wicked Dickie done died.
If you mourn for Dickie, i'll tell you right now,
That he was an old man and he had but one cow.
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow.
When the old man heard that his cow she was dead, over hedges and ditches you see he had fled.
Over hedges and ditches and fields that were mown
And he ran for his life just to get to his own.
Now I sit down and eat my dried meal,
But I have no milk what to put in my pail.
Now I have no butter to sop with my bread
Now old Wicked Dickie is dead.