Won't you bury me beneath the tree
Where my family lies, where my family lies?
Let the fog lay low on the mountain high
Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry
Ain't no redemption for the thing that I have done
The devil owns you once the bullets left your gun
All I can think of with this rope around my neck
Is I'd be much obliged if you grant me one request
Remaining verses/choruses are the same as above