The first and last time I met her we were children 7 years by She held my hand so softly She was perfectly shy My family went to wander six years in foriegn lands I returned home last evening to take her by my hand
On about break of morning I met with my girl she looked at me with crossed eyes so I sent her from this world I cracked her with my shovel she bent my shovel blade she still had them crossed eyes as I dug her crooked grave
This is how it's always been this is how we do things in the country (2x)
Long late the evening, the rains they came down washed away her crooked grave washed her straight into town she nudged against Judge henry she looked at him with cocked eyes Judge Henry's as thick as the best built dam but even he knew she'd passed on by
Later on that evening I saught her kinfolk out I asked to sing at her funeral they said, "son we'd be proud" my song it began to bend and break as the box went in the ground they dug her a brand new hole with walls true up and down.
this is how it's alway been this is how we do things in the country (2x)
Late in the dark times I went creeping round the town Into every pineboard shed all their tools I did found I put them in my vice grip turned them to the left and right returned them to their toolsheds straightened out the town with might
Now when they hoe a garden everything angles to the northeast when they raise a new building well it leans askew and lord does it creak Now when they shape a new tool from the ones I made unstraight see everywhich way which they cross it up lord these crooked graves they will be our fate.
This is how it's always been this is how we do things in the country.