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This is the ballad of Alfred Packer
An infamous guide in the old West
In the state of Colorado in the year of'seventy-four
They crossed the San Juan Mountains, gold hungry to the core
Their guide was Alfred Packer, they trusted him too long
For his character was weak, and his appetite was strong
They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief
It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef
Along the Gunnison River an Indian camp they spied
An Indian chief approached them, to stop them he did try
He warned them of the danger and the snow that lay around
But the danger was in Packer, for his hunger knew no bound
Yes, they called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief
It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef
Two cold months went slowly by, Packer came back alone
"My comrades, they all froze to death, I'm starving," he did moan
The Indian chief knew how he lied, he spat upon the ground
For his belly hung out all over his
Belt, he'd gained some thirty pounds
They called him a murderer, a cannibal, a thief
It just doesn't pay to eat anything but government-inspected beef
Well, for nine long years he ran away, but finally he was tried
He claimed he didn't kill them, he only ate their hides
That county had six Democrats until he did arrive
Well, only one lives on today, he ate the other five
Eighteen years he stayed in jail, it was a dreadful fate
For he suffered indigestion every time he ate
Still it's hard to blame this hungry
Guide who went searchin' for the mines
For when he ate his friends, he'd never heard of Duncan Hines
For when he ate his friends, he'd never heard of Duncan Hines