ANN MELTON
Tune: Tom Dula [Tom Dooley] (traditional)
Lyrics: Stephen L. Suffet ©2004

Start on chorus. Repeat ad lib:
Hang your head, Ann Melton,
Hang it in disgrace,
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
But Tom died in your place.

They say you loved Tom Dula,
You loved him fast and free,
They say you loved Tom Dula,
'Til he dosed you with V.D.

You didn't blame Tom Dula,
For his rowdy life,
Instead you blamed poor Laurie,
And stabbed her with your knife.

But then you got a thinkin',
How Dula shared the blame,
Then you got a-thinkin',
'Bout how you'd lay the frame.

You went to Dula's cabin,
God Almighty knows,
You went to Dula's cabin,
And hid poor Laurie's clothes.

You went to Dula's cabin,
You said to be his wife,
You went to Dula's cabin,
And there you hid the knife.

Then you called the sheriff,
The sheriff came that day,
He put poor Tom in irons,
And carried him away.

Tom Dula stood his trial,
He didn't say a word,
Tom went to the gallows,
But Annie's life was spared.

Annie she's a-laughin',
While Tom lies in his grave,
But the Devil is a-waitin',
Ann Melton's soul to have.

Legal disclaimer: The above story is fictional and it is based upon legend, rumor, speculation, and unsubstantiated allegations. No connection to the actual historical events or persons is implied, nor should any be inferred.

But enjoy it anyway!

--- Steve