[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, marry me
To a rope and a tree
What that ol judge called first degree
And all the folks around town
Swore to lay me
In the ground
They found out I put that poor boy down
[Verse 2]
You see I
Did not much care
For the way
That he d sit and glare
So I closed
His eyes for good
With a bar-room chair
[Verse 3]
So, gonna lay my poor bones
Past Appalachian stones
Far beneath that cold ground all alone
Oh but if you re asking me
Where I would rather be
It was worth it
To see that boy
Cut from the knees
[Outro]
