Oh my darlin' Nelly Gray kicked the bucket yesterday That cross-eyed girl that lived up on the hill She took strychnine and died now I hope she's satisfied 'cause she done the whole damn thing against my will.
Now that she has gone to rest I'll fulfill her last request I'll plant a bunch of onions on her grave So when I'm passin' by I can pucker up and cry Cause them God damn things they always make me rave.