Just a mile down the road
And a street or two away
There's that freckled missus that I
want most every day
Out to the home of her father
I'm gonna drag my sore old feet
Tell him she's the woman who can
Wake me from my sleep
She said kiss me
Lord, I listened, but
I haven't gone back since
Though I curse the mind for building a proper fence
Now I will roll, I will suffer
Curse the soil and curse the stones
My eyes will be fixed on that girl with the stubborn voice
I've know her for a year
Only seen her seven days
One week too many to keep men like me away
She said kiss me
Lord, I listened
Though I haven't gone back since
Though I curse the mind for building a proper fence
So three years after, I found her doorstep
Found her shoes and found her kin
They told me old grim reaper done gone and turned her in
Pouring liquor on the stone
That marks my lost and gone
I will whimper, wail, and sing a funeral song