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POOR ELLEN SMITH Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found? Shot thru the heart lying cold on the ground Blood began to fly, blood began to run They shot my poor sweetheart with a 44 gun Saw her on a Monday before than sad day They found her poor body and took it away Who had the heart, who had the face To murder my sweetheart in this lonely place Oh I stayed out six months and prayed all the time They might find the one that committed the crime So I could go back and my character save Though flowers have faded on sweet Ellen's grave Now I'm in jail and God knows it's hard While my sweetheart sleeps calm in the lonesome graveyard Now I'm in jail, a prisoner am I now But God is here with me and hears every vow I didn't love little Ellen to make her my wife But I loved her too dear than to take her dear life The jury will hang me, that is if they can But God knows that I am an innocent man Recorded by Hobart Smith, Molly O'Day DT #629 Laws F11 @murder @outlaw filename[ ELSMITH TUNE FILE: ELSMITH CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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