paroles de chanson Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate - Colter Wall
Well
marry
me
To
a
noose
and
a
tree
What
that
ol'
judge
called
the
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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