| poor_ellen_smith | ||
| traditional |
Poor Ellen Smith Chorus: Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found, Shot through the heart liein' dead on the ground Her body was mangled, and all cast around, An "X" marks the spot where poor Ellen wah found. They picked up her body, and carried it away, now she's a-restin' in some cold lonesome grave, Who had the heart, and who had the brain To shoot my little Ellen on that cold lonesome plain. Chorus They picked up their rifles, and hunted us down, Found us a loafin' all around town, The judge my convict me, and God knows he can, But I know I died as an innocent man Chorus The warden has told me that soon I'll be free, To go to her grave near that old willow tree, I'm free from the walls of that prison, at last, but I'll never be free from my sins of the past. |
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