Dust in yer throat challenges ya for singin´ fight
Over hill you see the old shutdown mine
I think back whistling of Sweet Caroline
There was a man, prospector, with no loan
Who built Silverbrook town on his own
He informed grubstakers, they opened that mine
And he helped all ´em folks ´round keep in line
The stagecoach stopped and she picked herself up
In her lace stockings stepped into rain and mud
Such a pretty girl for that place, maybe too fine
Headed for the saloon, that Ms. Caroline
Soon turned out she knew-well how to play
That old game with men, in her own way
To make a livin´ more than to find a groom
So smilin´ wide she rented her own room
She thought she could handle another man
But before she had fun, he already failed
She´s an arousing swan, he´s surely unsure swine
Beware the mayor´s son, Ms. Caroline
After three days he returned to her
She opened the door, laughing: „Oh sir,
Come in, for tonight I´ll give ya half-price
That you save my time for them other guys
He knocked her right down, knelt and gripped her neck
She tried to show him she´d be at his beck
Crawled on top the bed reachin´ for her lifeline
Overcome his guile, wily Sweet Caroline
She promised him the sheriff would never know
While seizin´ hidden scissors under her pillow
She stabbed his belly, just a shallow wound
With a jump and a rush down to the saloon
The trial was quick, the judge was a hound
Hanged body now dangled two feet ´bove the ground
Never more to kiss, laugh, seduce, dine or wine
By white nape hanged poor Sweet Caroline
This story is old, we must now move on
Folks back from those days mostly are gone
Down to the river what´s just a stone´s throw
My daddy built that town all on his own