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Christopher Sunday:The Ames Brothers.
B-side of China Doll..top of the charts in 1960.
CHORUS:
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
#1.
Married a blue-eyed Miss so pretty..married a year and then..
danced with a gal in Reno City, never went home again.
CHORUS:
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
#2.
Held up the stage from Carson City..10 miles from where he wed.
Held up the stage from Carson City..and killed the driver, dead.
#3.
Drank with a friendly 49 er ..followed him to his shack.
Stole all the gold from this old miner..then shot him in the back.
CHORUS:
Christo, Christo, Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Christo, Christo, Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
#3.
Locked in the jail and filled with sorrow..never again to roam.
He will be gone at six tomorrow..swingin the hang-tree groan.
CHORUS:
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
B-side of China Doll..top of the charts in 1960.
CHORUS:
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
#1.
Married a blue-eyed Miss so pretty..married a year and then..
danced with a gal in Reno City, never went home again.
CHORUS:
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
#2.
Held up the stage from Carson City..10 miles from where he wed.
Held up the stage from Carson City..and killed the driver, dead.
#3.
Drank with a friendly 49 er ..followed him to his shack.
Stole all the gold from this old miner..then shot him in the back.
CHORUS:
Christo, Christo, Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Christo, Christo, Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
#3.
Locked in the jail and filled with sorrow..never again to roam.
He will be gone at six tomorrow..swingin the hang-tree groan.
CHORUS:
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things
you done?
Ain t you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin your wife and infant son?
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.