Just a mile down the road
and a street or two away
there's that freckled
misses that I want
most every day
And to the home of her father
gonna drag my sore old feet
Tell him, shes the woman can wake me from my sleep
she said, kiss me
Lord , I listened
but I havent gone back since
Oh, you know I curse the mind
for building a proper fence
Yeah, I will roll
and I will suffer
curse the soil and curse the stones
keep my eyes a peekin
for that girl
and the rest of her bones
I've known her for a year
only seen her seven days
one week two many
too keep a man like me away
she said, kiss me
lord, I listened
and now I haven't gone back since
you know I curse the mind
for building a proper fence
so three years after
I found her doorstep
I found her shoes
and found her kin
they told me, old grim reaper done come turned her in
pourin liquor on the stone
that marks my lost and gone
I will whippor-wail
and sing her funeral song