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Colter Wall

Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate

 

Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate

(album: Imaginary Appalachia - 2015)


Well, marry me
To a rope and a tree
What that ol' judge called first degree

And all the folks around town
Swore to lay me
In the ground
They found out I put that poor boy down

You see I
Did not much care
For the way
That he'd sit and glare
So I closed
His eyes for good
With a bar-room chair

So, gonna lay my poor bones
Past Appalachian stones
Far beneath that cold ground all alone

Oh but if you're asking me
Where I would rather be

It was worth it
To see that boy
Cut from the knees

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