They called him Mint Jelly
Cause he was on the lam
No they never done caught him
No matter how fast they ran
He was a high plain dealer
He was the low plain crown
Oh y'all best believe it
Or don't you come on down
Way down low
In the swampy moonshine
Mint Jelly be waiting for ya
In the house, in the house of lies
Well he stole his whole life
From his twin brother jack
And from the day he was born
He never gave nothing back
Oh he'll work his hoodoo
Saying "how do you do"
Oh he's gonna choose you
Gonna get through to you
Way down low
In the swampy moonshine
Mint Jelly be waiting for ya
In the house, in the house of lies
Well he rode with Bill Bonnie and Pretty Boy Floyd
Did his time with the James Gang and gunned down Tommy Boyd
In Mexico City he was buried alive
Bought himself a Lazarus with the silver dollars from his eyes
He's gonna choose you