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Kate Campbell Rosaryville

the bayou whispers to let it be Come on, let's go Down the road to Rosaryville Who knows what we will find We won?t need much On the road to Rosaryville

Como estas? My name is Rosa and like my mother before me Everyday I roll cigars and they?re the finest in the world To pass the time the reader reads

And the bayou whispers to let it be Come on, let's go Down the road to Rosaryville Who knows what we will find We won?t need much On the road to Rosaryville

Thomas passed away last June And I?ll be following him soon Junior will be left here all alone Oh how it worries me so Jesus sent him to us late An

I can still recall the night Lightning burned the mansion down We all stood in out pajamas On that hallowed southern ground When the flames had turned

Brother Joseph was a simple man Collected rubbish for his building plans Alabama clay, shells from the sea Broken china plates and rosary beads Ave