chest And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood As I sank my toes into that cool East Texas mud And it was down with the old man, up with the
'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window
Take a baby to the river Kyle William they called him Wash the baby in the water Take away little Kyle's sin In a whitewash shotgun shack An old man
a nigga feel so trilla, cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Key-C and Po-yo, I even gotta tight what cut from the Hair Cut Joe, man let me get my shit right
sound of her voice, did he hear So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled And the wind blew across the wild moor Oh, how the old man must
X marks the spot where poor Ellen was found 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
I took my baby out and bought her a ring Man, we planned a wedding come spring Staring right into the eyes of my dreams Hand in hand, down on one knee
regrets she's unable to lunch today When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam When they strung her up on the old willow across
Written and recorded by Hank Snow (spoken) Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time since I last rode down this old trail. How
The flowers on her grave have all faded away The warden just told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave 'neath that old willow tree I'm free
that butt, she's a dancer mayne I keep it gully like I don't even see her Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her I'm bling blingin man, me
stories of old Old man he and his dog they walk the old land Every flower touched his cold hand As he slowly walked by Weeping willows would cry for
downhome Dixie Could be anywhere you are In Carolina or in Georgia Open arms are waitin for ya Louisianna yellow rose of San Antone Arkansas, Mississippi Old man
my chest And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood I sank my toes into that East Tennessee mud Then it was down with the old man up with the
I took a drive today Saw an old willow tree I thought about a bedroom window Thought about you and me Yeah, talk about an endless summer I'm still living
Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today When the mob came and got her And dragged her from the jail, Madam They strung her upon the old willow across
now I know why man can't bear to know the nature of the truth And there it stands, the only white willow tree With golden leaves and a sweet old voice
