I told her that I would not drink
A promise I never intended to keep
The bottle of whiskey still sings me to sleep
And takes her away again
The sky, it was red on the night that they died
When I lost my dear baby girl and my wife
And I begged God to take back my life
‘Cause I didn’t want it no more
They tell me no women will cry on my grave
No preacher believes I’d be worth it to save
And I heard dyin’ men should be brave
But I ain’t got nothing impressive to say
So just let me hang
Well, I’ve never had much of a plan
It’s always been other men’s dirt on my hands
And I’ve felt like I’m running through sand
Just trying to get home again
So I took about all I could take
But when I see that rope, my hands start to shake
And I pray God that my neck will break
When it comes to the end of things
They tell me no women will cry on my grave
No preacher believes I’d be worth it to save
And I heard dyin’ men should be brave
But I ain’t got nothing impressive to say
So just let me hang low
Down near the people I know
And I’ll go where they go
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