just a mile down the road and a street or two away
lives that freckled misses that I want most every day
to the home of her father
im gonna drag my sore ol’ feet
tell him shes the woman who can wake me from my sleep
well she said kiss me
and lord I listened
but I haven’t gone back since
i curse the mind for building proper fence
so I will roll and I will suffer
curse the soil and curse the stones
keep my eyes a leakin’ for that girl does love my bones
well I’ve known her for a year
I’ve only seen her seven days
one week to many to keep a man like me away
well she said kiss me
and lord I listened
but I haven’t gone back since
i curse the mind for building proper fence
so three years after
found her doorstep
found her shoes and found her kin
they told me old grim reaper
done come and turned her in
pourin’ liquor on the stone
that marks my lost and gone
well i will whimper and wail
and sing her funeral song
