The man who sold his wife

Come inside the tent I have some friends you should meet Come inside the tent You know we saved you a seat Don't be afraid, this shouldn't hurt a bit You've come so far, you don't want to quit Welcome to our tent I hope you find a warm chair Welcome to our tent You know our odds are quite fair Don't be shocked, to see her bound and tied Because you sacrificed, an-just flat-out lied You could blame the tent If that will help you find sleep You could blame the tent For the evil it keeps Don't lose faith, it's all that you have left You've guessed right, the piker way is theft Never leave the tent Just relax and let go Never leave the tent Breathe the poppy halo Don't look now, the blood has just arrived You've had your fill, now can you survive? Song written by a 43 year old Hungarian farmer-violinist after he had to sell his wife to nomadic warrior Huns & Pikers upon going into the red while gambling one night inside their tent caravan. He still has the sheep.. Oh, and his daughter. That's reassuring For next year.