just a mile down the road and a street or two away lives that freckled misses that I want most every day to the home of her father im gonna drag my sore ol’ feet tell him shes the woman who can wake me from my sleep
well she said kiss me and lord I listened but I haven’t gone back since i curse the mind for building proper fence
so I will roll and I will suffer curse the soil and curse the stones keep my eyes a leakin’ for that girl does love my bones
well I’ve known her for a year I’ve only seen her seven days one week to many to keep a man like me away
well she said kiss me and lord I listened but I haven’t gone back since i curse the mind for building proper fence
so three years after found her doorstep found her shoes and found her kin they told me old grim reaper done come and turned her in
pourin’ liquor on the stone that marks my lost and gone well i will whimper and wail and sing her funeral song