Lyrics Ballad Of Robin Winter Smith - Nanci Griffith

Ballad Of Robin Winter Smith

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